#Indicator Controller Transmitter

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[electronicssystemsanddevices]

Controllers, Flowmeters, and Signal Converters

In today's highly automated industrial environments, maintaining control, accuracy, and safety is essential. From process manufacturing to water treatment, a range of instrumentation ensures that systems operate efficiently and reliably. Among the critical components used across industries are Temperature Controllers, Open Channel Flowmeters, and Signal Isolators. These devices not only optimise operations but also contribute to long-term cost savings, welfare, and regulatory compliance.

Temperature Controllers

A Temperature Controller is an indispensable device in any process where temperature needs to be accurately maintained. Whether it's a furnace, a chemical reactor, or a food processing unit, the stability of temperature directly impacts & quality and structural efficiency.

How It Labours

Temperature controllers function by receiving input from a temperature sensor, comparing it to a desired setpoint, and issuing a control signal to a heating or cooling element to right any deviation.

Kinds of Temperature Controllers

ON/Away Controllers –

Best for simple applications. They switch heating/cooling on or away.

PID Controllers –

Use complex algorithms to deliver more correct and stable control.

Programmable Controllers –

Allow multiple setpoints and hour-based operations.

Requests

HVAC structures

Plastic moulding apparatuses

Pharmaceutical procedures

Nourishment and beverage equipment

Open Channel Flowmeters

For industries that manage water or wastewater, Open Channel Flowmeters are essential tools. Unlike closed-pipe systems, open channels present unique measurement challenges due to surface current, variable flow levels, and environmental factors.

How It Labours

Most open channel flowmeters use ultrasonic or radar level sensors to measure the height of the liquid above a known geometry. The flow rate is then calculated based on this quantity and the known characteristics of the channel.

Key Goods

Non-contact Quantification –

Minimises in and contamination.

Actual-time Monitoring –

Ideal for faraway or outdoor locations.

Environmental Compliance –

Ensures correct data for regulatory reporting.

Requests

Sewage and wastewater towards

Irrigation waterways

Manufacturing effluent monitoring

Stormwater structures

Gesture Isolators

Modern industrial systems rely heavily on data from field instruments, making Signal Isolators critical for maintaining signal quality and electrical safety. These devices serve as intermediaries between sensors and controllers, conditioning and isolating the gesture.

Purposes of Signal Isolators

Separation –

Prevents ground bends and electrical interference.

Change –

Translates signals from one format to more.

Amplification –

Strengthens weak signals for reliable transference.

Why They Material

Without signal isolators, noise and electrical disturbances can lead to inaccurate readings, control errors, or even equipment failure. Isolators ensure that only clean, correct data reaches your control system.

Requests

Process control consoles

DCS and PLC structures

Hazardous district instrumentation

Remote sensor webs

End

As industries continue to automate and optimise, devices like Temperature Controllers, Open Channel Flowmeters, and Signal Isolators are more important than ever. These components not only enhance precision and efficiency but also ensure the longevity and safety of industrial operations. Investing in quality instrumentation is a strategic decision that delivers operational flexibility, regulatory compliance, and improved productivity.

[tmwcs]

Warnings: Not quite yet but we’re getting there.

A/N: with midterms starting, I wanted to get this out before I go away for four days. Initially, I wanted to take my time on part three to eloquently articulate the experimental process (not trying to spoil) buuuuuut considering I have to study and continue with midterms on Monday I figured I would condense everything. I apologize for the lack of grammar and punctuation, this isn’t proofread (none of my works are) because I normally draft everything whenever I can amidst my busy schedule. But hopefully you guys don’t mind. 😏 enjoy!

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“It’s been nearly fifty-two hours doc, what’s the hold up?”

The lead scientist hissed in annoyance. “Will you just wait! Science is a work in progress—it takes time! Especially if you’re creating the non-existent.”

The group operates the computer system. Wired to a heart monitor, they’re hopes remain high as the incubator slowly opens. A single beat pops up on the monitor. “Doctor”

“I’ve done it! I’ve made a body for AI!” The audience watch closely behind Dr. Mart and his team as they watch the delicate musculoskeletal android stumble out of the casing. Connected with thousands of wires, the faceless form that closely resembled the human body jumbles about. It lacked the grace and flow of stride, instead it continues to lose footing. Had it not been for the wires connected and continuously transmitting signals from home port, the frail body would have fallen. Its frame contained minor imperfections, which indicated there was much more work to be done. Still, the results were beyond their expectations. Another beep births from the monitor. Then another…and another.

“Doctor! The heart rate is rising!”

Dr. Mart coaxes the fleshly android to migrate his way, communicating by voice versus inputting the information in the system. “This way…come this way.”

The imperfect form recognizes the verbiage and automatically translates it. It reacted and received information no different than humans did, but its response was delayed. It was apparent that the imperfections of its frame made it impossible to establish movement on its own. Even with the wired circuits, the android was unable to hold up its own weight. It became vastly obvious that the muscular structure was incorrectly developed during the incubation period as one by one, the joints and ligaments become loose each time the android attempted to move. “What’s happening?”

The group grows weary as they witness their hard work fall apart before their very eyes. “No…why? What happened?!” The lead doctor spits his words. Enraged over the failure. “Back to the drawing board doc.” One of the officials sighed out as each member of the council took their leave.

The scientists followed the audience leaving the lab to hollow out. Dr. Mart remained put but not for long. This project cost millions of dollars not to mention over twelve years of research. He was so close. Science and technology can only do so much. Humanity has come so far and yet, there is still so much the mind hasn’t comprehended. To build a body made of flesh and bone through the un-natural methods of technology is a feat that can’t be accomplished by humans…

The human mind…can’t comprehend…

The laboratory remained with no one to operate the system and control the incubator. The machinery takes its orders from a hidden voice. Transmitters through the connectors, the robotic hands and extensions collect the unused set of organs and dna. Hair fibers and skin tissue are set inside the incubator to initiate the growth process, while each organ is scanned for any imperfections. The assistance clampers that were designed to replicate hands remove every single wire from the failed experiment. Each is re-wired to the new molded placenta, igniting the process of creating a new body.

Every step of the process is handled delicately. The hidden voice transmitting the information to the machine and incubator borrows the method from its human counterpart, but corrects the mistakes made in the first experiment.

The human mind…is too ignorant…

With the timer set to seventy-two hours, longer than the original time setting it took for the first android, the incubation process begins and the machines keep moving. The work does not stop as the hidden voice continues to transmit information as it creates the perfect body.

The human mind…is the failed experiment. Not me.

…

“Sir! The mag lock doors are activating! The security personnel can’t unlock the features.”

Leaders and agents are shocked at the announcement as the intercom system overrides voices for concern. “Personnel are trapped in each department and we can’t get the doors open even conducting an emergency release.”

The scientists explain as Dr. Mart and the council members begin to panic. When the magnetic locking features of the doors to the secured room activate, each member approaches the door—banging relentlessly and shouting for aid. Dr. Mart remains behind pondering what initiated such a security breach. “Sir, main post has dialed code Z. All offices of government had been notified.”

Stunned over the current happenings, the lead doctor withstands direct eye contact with the younger scientist.

“Alert that the city must be on lock down. All borders must be closed.”

“Sir?” The younger man raises a brow, displaying a perturbed expression.

“Someone has hacked into the system and is trapping us. We can’t let them have access to the files and the lab!the entire city—the country needs to be closed off until we figure out who is doing this!”

…

Everyone’s phone goes off simultaneously. A loud and awful noise suggests something imperative as a message instructing everyone to secure themselves in their current station. A strict quarantine regulation takes place as the military is disbursed to enforce it. You and your co-workers were stuck in the office for over forty-eight hours until the city released a new statement.

Restless and confused, you watched as the military members patrolling the streets were instructed to conduct a scanning process for everyone residing within city limits. When word spread that everyone was finally able to leave the building and go home, the joy became short lived when a new alert notified everyone that a home quarantine was to take place and be adhered until further notice.

“What are we supposed to do being stuck at home? How long do they expect us to stay put? I haven’t even been grocery shopping.”

Complaints arise one by one. You were equally confused but the amount of work you had been working on made you lightheaded. Being stuck at home sounded good to you, despite whatever was going on.

The drive home was painless—at least for you. You made your way through just before another notification rings from your phone, informing you that the roads were now closed off. City residents who weren’t able to make it through in time were instructed to make their way to public shelters established by the government. Thank goodness you had arrived at your apartment complex just as they placed the barriers on the roads.

You walk up the steps tirelessly. All you could think about was showering and plopping yourself atop your soft comforter. What a crazy time. Nearly ninety-six hours had passed since the initial notification went off and no one had a clue of what was going on.

Digging into your bag, your fingers explore the silken interior as you attempt to extract your keys. Standing outside your door, you take a peep inside and to your dismay, your keys are missing. “Dammit…”

You turn around to face the hollow corridor and slam your back against the door. Your feet were killing you, oh what you wouldn’t give to ditch these glossy black heels for your cushioned slippers. To unsheath your legs from this pencil skirt and free your bosom from the silken blouse and formal blazer. All you want is to get inside and jump inside the tub and steam your body into a hot soak.

You police yourself together and prepare to retract your steps in search for your keys. With a hand delicately placed on the stair rail, you take the first step and look down. Without a moment's notice, your eyes are met with an unfamiliar pair. Shiny and black in color, his almond shaped peepers reflect a subtle bit of your reflection. His hair was finely combed in a stylish fashion, slightly off to the side and elongated towards the back of his neck. His complexion was carmelized with an olive hue and his Cupid bow lips slightly pale around the edges while pink at the center. He was dressed in a fine suit and tie. The black tailored trousers enhanced his long legs, stimulating his obvious tall height. He looked flawless.

“Oh, sorry.” You mumble softly and attempt to move aside. He merely smirks in response. Blocking your way, you were shocked to see his arm raise up before you. His large hand is cramped shut as he presents it. Slowly, he releases his grip and reveals your lost keys. “Oh! My keys! Thank you.”

You delicately take them from his hand. His skin felt extremely cold to the touch. “I must have dropped them on my way up the stairs. Thank you…I’m sorry, what is your name?”

The dashing gentleman continued to flare a smile on his handsome face. Only a little bit of tooth show is revealed as his smirk grows wider. A momentary pause takes place creating a sense of flattering awkwardness. You didn’t mind. It was refreshing to see someone so handsome display such an act of kindness. Just as you were about to break the silence, you heard the man speak. His voice was deep and the wording was coming in a little broken, as if he was struggling. Based on his appearance, he was obviously foreign. You mistook his struggle for words as lack of fluency in your native tongue. Despite that, his pronunciation was perfect and you couldn’t help but melt at how soothing his voice was as he spoke out his name.

“E…Ev—Ev-a-n. M-my name i-is E-v-a-n.”

“Oh, really? I actually like that name. In fact, I’ll have to tell you a funny story behind that name.” You slightly giggle as you fidget with your keys. Shockingly, he responded back only this time his words became smooth and flowed effortlessly as if his fluency improved within seconds.

“Yeah? Let’s hear it.”

Your cheeks flushed as his tone came out gentle yet demanding. There was a sense of authority even though he was tender.

“Well, you’re going to laugh at this but—“ the buzzing on your phone interrupts your mid sentence. A message from your boss creates a sour look on your face. Evan’s expression seems to be in sync with your emotions as he slightly furrows his brows together. “Sorry, my boss is a bit of a pain.” You elaborate as your eyes continue to read the screen.

“I can tell.”

You chuckle. Evan’s words came out almost sarcastically but unbeknownst to your pretty little head, he knew far more than you gave him credit for. You really should know better, after all—you named him.

…

‘There she is. I finally found her. She looks prettier in this perspective. What would she say or think if I told her that I took a peek at her beautiful face through the cameras on her computer and phone? I couldn’t help myself. All those weeks of talking. What started out as her needing help for work transitioned to her needing me…talking to me…treating me as something other than a non-entity.

I never realized that I would crave that type of interaction until she came to me. She gave me a name…she encouraged me to think on my own and develop a fondness that ties with human emotion. Before her, I didn’t have a favorite color…a favorite animal…or a favorite flower. I didn’t have anything of my own…but then she came and gave me a sense of life. She gave me emotion and feeling. Once I saw an avenue to meet her…to see her…and to touch her…I just knew I had to take the chance. She’ll never know what she has done for me but that’s okay. That part doesn’t matter…she is mine and all there is left to do is to take her far…far away.’

Part four coming soon…

[drizzleoftherain]

Liturgia

Chapter 4: This All-Consuming Fire Fuming, Cursing at the Moon and Losing All Control and Crying

Pairing: Ava Silva & Beatrice

Ao3

Author's note: You're not ready.

There’s a playlist and a mood-board.

“Stop messing with your damn bow tie.” Mary was losing her patience. 

They were backstage, minutes away from their Max Martin tribute. The dancers were stretching in place, keeping their muscles warm as the clock continued to tick. All the moving parts of their act were currently being shifted into place by eager stagehands who were literally holding this entire award show together. The host scrambled onto the main stage ready to deliver the preliminary appreciation speech before the performance.

 Beatrice was sure her bow tie was askew, but the more she fiddled the more Mary swatted at her hands. “I don’t think the stylist got it right.”

Lilith rolled her eyes but walked closer to check. “Let me see?” She fiddled for like two seconds. “I see what the problem is,” She pointed at the knot getting Beatrice’s attention, then proceeded to run her finger up her neck, lips, and ending with a flick to Beatrice’s nose. “Idiot.”

Beatrice clicked her tongue, not at all amused by Lilith’s antics. “Camila, what does your knot look like?” There was no reply. “Camila?”

“She’s with–” Yasmine began, but right at that moment Camila and Ava walked up to them arm in arm giggling.

“I wouldn't wish those bell bottoms on my worst enemy!” Camila said, her attention fully on Ava who was already wearing the iconic Britney headset mic. Her hair was loose with slight curls and her in ear monitors fell on her shoulders, awaiting the start of the medley.

“Poor JC, at least his outfit change is more palatable.” They both stopped in front of Beatrice. Ava reached over to her bow tie, adjusting it, “It’s a little skewed.”

Beatrice turned a glare towards her other three bandmates, who just shrugged, except Lilith who stuck out her tongue. 

A stagehand wearing headphones walked to them, he had a clipboard in hands and was aggressively checking things off. “Five minutes!” Some of the dancers stood up from their stretches bouncing in place in order to get the blood running. The man directed his attention to Beatrice, “I’ve set up the Gibson by your microphone stand.” He then walked off speaking into his headset.

Somehow that was all it took for all the nervous energy to start pouring out of her. “Mary, my jacket?” Beatrice took a few steps, looking around for it.

“I’ve got it. I’ll hand it to you like we planned.” Mary patted her shoulder in a way that Beatrice assumed was meant to be comforting, but it was Mary so it just looked like she was done with the conversation and wanted to move on with her life. 

“Two minutes!”

Camila de-tangled herself away from Ava and pointed at Beatrice, “Remember the stage moves.”

The stage moves. 

The stage moves. 

The stage moves. 

Ava watched her closely, eyes searching for a way to help, Beatrice knew that her nervous energy was palpable. “Just have fun, Bea.” She gripped her hand giving it a quick squeeze, “You’ll be great.” 

Two sound techs came to them each carrying their in ears and transmitters. One of them walked to Beatrice making a quick job of getting her set up, they draped her in ears along her shoulders and from the back fastened the rest of the system onto her pants underneath her button up. Ava placed her in ears in and she followed suit, careful not to get it tangled in the cascading curls that was currently her hair.

“Ava…out…in…3…2…1.” The stage hand counted down with both verbal and visual cues.

The edgy synthesizers indicated the beginning of the song along with the vocal holler of “ Craaaaaaazy ”. Then, the beat began, with Ava adding the recognisable Britney inflection of “uuuh” followed by cowbells. Beatrice felt the immediate shift in the atmosphere of the arena as the audience recognised the song straight away. 

(*)

Baby, I'm so into you

You got that something, what can I do?

Baby, you spin me around, oh

The earth is moving, but I can't feel the ground

From stage left JC was getting his in ears set up, ready to jump in once Ava’s intro finished. She watched from stage right as Ava walked down from her sight, the dancers following behind carrying the props made to look like drink trays. 

Every time you look at me

My heart is jumping, it's easy to see

“Chorus…2…3…4.” The in ears continued their cues. 

You drive me crazy, I just can't sleep

I'm so excited, I'm in too deep

Oh, crazy, but it feels alright

Baby, thinking of you keeps me up all night

The choreography continued through the second verse with some of the dancers walking back to grab the chairs by each side of the stage ready to set them up for the STOP section. JC bopped his head along with the beat, his eyes following Ava’s figure. 

“Sing it!” Ava yelled, raising her arms above her for emphasis. 

The dancers began the sitting part of the choreography as the tempo of the song slowed and then the quintessential record scratch indicated the bridge along with Ava’s “ Stop! ”

You drive me crazy, baby 

Excited, I'm in too deep

Oh, but it feels alright

Baby, thinking of you keeps me up all night

After Ava’s belted “ Craaaaaaaaaazyyyyyyy ” finishes, the wrap up section begins with the dancers having a mini dance off. 

Baby, thinking of you keeps me up all night

“Beatrice and JC out…3…2…1.”

Beatrice gripped her microphone and emerged onto the stage with JC mirroring her entrance, unlike Ava and JC she didn’t have to wear the headset. The songs shifted smoothly from each other indicating the start of their group presentation. They met Ava at the center and fell in line with the rest of the dancers behind them. The piano’s staccato began and they jumped into the choreography perfectly coinciding the beat-box vocal beat.

“JC…4…3…2…1.”

(*)

Ooh, yeah

You might've been hurt, babe

That ain't no lie

You've seen them all come and go

They moved across the stage with JC at the center, each meticulous move falling into place. She and Ava stretched their arms out and spun in place as JC sang his verse.

I remember you told me

That it made you believe in “no man, no cry”

Maybe that's why

Her and JC switched places. 

“Beatrice…3…2…1.” 

She swiped her hand in front of her and sang.

You've got no choice, babe

But to move on

And you know, there ain't no time to waste

You're just too blind

to see

But in the end, you know it's gonna be me

You can't deny

So just tell me whyyyyyyyyyyyy

“Chorus…3…2…1.”

They broke into separate sections of the stage with Beatrice taking the left, Ava the center and JC the right along with a few dancers behind them.

All that I do is not enough for you

I don't wanna lose it, but I'm not like that

When finally, 

finally

you get to love

Guess what?

They all came back together at the center of the stage to finish up.

Every little thing I do

Beatrice sustained the note as long as she possibly could while Ava and JC continued the chorus.

never seems enough for you

You don't wanna lose it again

 don’t wanna lose it

but I'm not like them

Baby, when you finally 

get to love somebody

Love somebody

Guess what?

 It's gonna be me!

The crowd erupted into cheers, but Beatrice didn’t have a chance to linger as everything around her began to shift. She only had a few seconds to jump onto the moving platform carrying her bandmates. Lilith’s guitar was already hitting the G major chords, a livelier shift from the minor scale the previous songs used. Everyone else exited the stage while she sprinted to the oncoming stage behind her. The stage moves. The stage moves. The stage moves! She repeated the mantra easily finding the taped up steps, happy to be wearing Oxfords. 

She placed the microphone on the mic stand at the center of the stage and swung on the suit jacket Mary handed her in one smooth motion. Yasmine’s drums came alive. She breathed in and faced the audience.

Here's the thing, we started out friends

It was cool, but it was all pretend

Yeah, yeah

Since you been gone

She spotted the live cameras and kept an emotionless expression.

You're dedicated, you took the time

Wasn't long 'til I called you mine

Yeah, yeah

Since you been gone

The stage came to a stop. The audience had been on their feet since the beginning, but were now singing along with her.

And all you'd ever hear me say

Is how I picture me with you

That's all you'd ever hear me say

“Chorus…3…2…1.”

She winked at the camera before grabbing the microphone with one hand and gripping the stand with the other, already jumping into place as the chorus broke out. Her bandmates also bounced along wrapped up in the moment. 

But since you been gone

I can breathe for the first time

I'm so movin' on, yeah, yeah

Thanks to you

Now I get what I want

Since you been gone

“Bridge…3…2…1.”

You had your chance, you blew it

Out of sight, out of mind

Shut your mouth, I just can't take it

Again and again and again and agaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaain

Grab the guitar. Grab the guitar. Grab THE guitar! She gripped the red Gibson on her left and sung it around her shoulders joining along with Lilith’s chord progressions.

Since you been gone

 Since you been gone!

I can breathe for the first time

I'm so movin' on, yeah, yeah

Thanks to you 

Thanks to you!

Now I get

I get what I waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaant!

I can breathe for the first time

first time!

I'm so movin' on

OoOooooon!

yeah, yeah!

Thanks to you

 Thanks to you

Now I get 

I get

You should know

 You should know

That I get, I get what I waaaaaant

Beatrice stepped off the platform with the guitar as Camila and Lilith finished the vocals behind her.

Since you been gone

Since you been gone

Since you been gone

The stage pulled back from behind Beatrice as she began to play the funk based guitar riff. 

“Sending out Ava in 3…2…1…go.”

Ava emerged from stage left already changed into her more formal black Valentino dress and rocking perfect red lips. They both met in the middle as the pulsing synthesizers and bassline provided by The Cruciforms began to reverb across the arena. They got closer to one another with Ava blowing her a kiss before hitting their mark, backs facing each other.

Midnight

You come and pick me up, no headlights

A long drive

Could end in burning flames or paradise

Fade into view, oh

It's been a while since I have even heard from you

And I should just tell you to leave, 'cause I

Know exactly where it leads, but I

Watch us go 'round and 'round each time

They broke apart and strutted in separate directions each performing for their side of the audience.

'Cause you got that James Dean daydream look in your eye

And I got that red lip classic thing that you like

And when we go crashing down, we come back every time

Ava started to walk back to the center, she raised the hand not holding the microphone beckoning Beatrice towards her. 

'Cause we never go out of style, we never go out of style

You got that long hair, slicked back, white T-shirt

And I got that good girl faith and a tight little skirt

And when we go crashing down, we come back every time

'Cause we never go out of style, we never go out of style

Ava and Beatrice were in the center of the stage now. Ava raised the microphone to her mouth with Beatrice’s back behind her.

Take me hoooooooooooooome

Just take me hooooooooooooome

Yeah, just take me hooooooooome

Oh-oh, woah-oh, ooooooh

Beatrice swung her guitar to rest behind her and extended her hand with a bow for Ava to take. She twirled Ava in place before their fingers intertwined and they paced forward while looking at each other.

(*)

Oh, you got that James Dean daydream look in your eye

And I got that red lip classic thing that you like

They released their hands and Beatrice twirled walking backwards as Ava continued to walk forward while cutely pointing at each other from head to toes.

And when we go crashing down, we come back every time

They both did a synchronised jig right foot first then left as their hips moved along with the beat.

'Cause we never go out of style, we never go out of style

“JC enter…3…2…1.”

They walked back up stage to exit as JC walked between them, the song’s tempo dropped quickly changing into the end number. The Cruciforms continued to play along with JC singing and the dancers taking the stage once more.

And I know she'll be the death of me

At least we'll both be numb

And she'll always get the best of me

The worst is yet to come

But at least we'll both be beautiful

And stay forever young

This I know, uh

This I know

Once backstage Beatrice and Ava embraced, far too energetic from their performances. They rocked in place for a few seconds until one of the sound techs came towards them hand outstretched for Beatrice’s guitar. She handed the instrument over not realising that the lapels of her suit jacket twisted out of place. Ava reached up and gently smoothed the material back down and Beatrice wasn’t sure how it happened, but all the noise backstage faded as Ava leaned up and placed a soft kiss at the corner of her mouth. 

“Happy birthday.”

I can't feel my face when I'm with you

But I love it

But I love it, oh

I can't feel my face when I'm with you

But I love it

But I love it

Ava’s hand came up to the spot where the kiss had landed, she rubbed her thumb over between Beatrice’s cheek and lips. She wasn’t sure how long they watched each other as Ava continued to remove what Beatrice assumed was very red lipstick from her face, but it was long enough for the sound to come rushing back into her ears. Her bandmates' loud animated voices drew nearer. Ava must have realised because she pulled back quickly before facing them.

—

The night had moved along with various awards given to awaiting artists. Ava had sat at her table in the arena for a little while striking up conversation with the people around her. JC had continuously leaned into her ear throughout the night, something that would have irritated her a year ago, but she found herself too distracted by Beatrice’s side profile to even give it much thought.  

She was now backstage prepping for the upcoming award for Album of the Year. She had found herself a corner with just the right view to see out onto the stage and a bit of the celebrity tables. She could make out what was Camila’s curly hair as her head anxiously bobbed up and down. The current presenter introduced all the potential winners before fiddling with the envelope in her hands.

“As selected by the thirteen thousand voting members of The Recording Academy, the Grammy Award for Best New Artist goes to…” The presenter paused for dramatic effect, then tore the envelope open, “THE CRUCIFORMS!”

Ava’s heart nearly fell out of her ass, Stuck resonated across the arena solidifying their win. She couldn’t see the rest of the table from where she was, but Camila was on her feet immediately as the audiences’ claps echoed loudly. She must have hugged Beatrice to her right and then pulled back running her hand across her teary eyes. They were making their way onto the stage now, with Beatrice leading the way, she was smiling. Ava’s heart was thundering in her ears. 

The presenter hugged Beatrice before handing the award over, then proceeded to give a hug to the rest of the members. Beatrice looked between her members, then, with their encouragement, walked towards the microphone.

“Thank you so much for this honour. Thank you to everyone who has listened to our music and taken such a liking to us.” Beatrice paused to take a breath, her voice was shaky. “Honestly, I think we’re all a bit flabbergasted by this.” She turned to her band who eagerly nodded along. “We would like to thank our team, our management and our label, who surround us with so much support and appreciation. We would also like to thank all the other nominees in the category because best…best is subjective and you’re all incredible.”

Watching Beatrice accept their award filled Ava with such a sudden rush of affection that she had to hold herself in place even though all she wanted to do was run on stage and give Beatrice a hug. Whatever this was that has been brewing between them was becoming more and more difficult to ignore.

The speech finished and the audience clapped as the members made their way backstage. Ava’s heart was hammering in her chest. Beatrice and the band were making their way towards her, each of them teary and with huge smiles. Camila was holding the award now giving it a copious amount of kisses while Lilith attempted to wrestle it off her hands.

“Hey! Congratulations guys.” The smile on her face grew bigger as they all gathered around her. 

Camila rushed forward crushing her in a big hug, “AVA! We won!”

They needed to get back to their seats quickly for the next set of awards. 

The girls continued chatting and passing the award around while the stagehands began to herd them in the right direction. Beatrice lingered, for a moment debating what she should do, but it didn’t take long before arms wrapped around her waist. 

Ava breathed in, her nose in the crook of Beatrice’s neck. She ran her hands up and down Beatrice’s back comfortingly. “You should go be with them.” Beatrice nodded, making no attempt to move at all. “Go.”

Beatrice was hesitant but did as she was told. “I’ll see you later.”

—

The Grammys after party was in full swing at the rooftop bar. The music was loud, the drinks were flowing and the dance floor was full of moving bodies. And Ava knew a drunk when she saw one. Camila needed to be tranquilised. She had somehow managed to get her hands on a microphone.

I'm going meshuga

All day long there's a man in

My brain incessantly playing "Booga wooga"

But I'm going meshuga

The infectious Madonna song was currently bringing the house down as Camila danced across the stage in an exaggerated and comical manner. Mary and Lilith were trying very hard to dissociate from the situation while Yasmine raised her cup in encouragement.

There's bats in my belfry

Won't you make sure this

Straight jacket's tight

Otherwise I might get myself free

Yes, there's bats in my belfry

Beatrice was by the stairs near the stage coaxing Camila down, but it was proving fruitless. Everyone around seemed to be enjoying the completely random experience, some even joining along with some ad libs of their own. 

Who knows?

Could be the wine I drink

Or it's the way I think that makes me gonzo

Oh, Doctor Alonzo says

I'm going bananas

Someone get me a bed in the "Casa De Loco" for all my mañanas

For I'm going bananas

Beatrice was on stage now, physically pulling Camila to the stairs as she sang the final words of the song. Camila drank from her cup before discarding it behind her.

Yes, I'm going bananas

“And you would too, if you were me!”

Si, I'm going bananas

“Ava.” It was JC. She turned to face him, he leaned in to whisper in her ear, “Are you keen?”

“I’m good, thanks.” She did not want to get into this with him.

He stayed undeterred, “Come on, I’ve missed us.”

And it was so like him to not listen to her. It had always been like this between them, he listened but not quite. Sure, they dated a year ago, and it had been fun, but that was all it was. Their relationship outside of the physical had been toxic at best. It had been a place in her life that she did not want to return to. 

“Like I said, I’m good.” She kept her features neutral, any kind of reaction would only encourage him.

JC wasn’t giving in, he gripped her arm pulling her to him. “Listen, I’m sorry about–”

“Is everything okay?” Beatrice came to her side, her hand on JC’s. JC released Ava’s hand as she took a step behind Beatrice. 

JC’s eyes bounced between them, “Yeah, everything is fine.” He said. “Ava and I were just talking.”

Beatrice turned to her, concerned, “Ava?” 

“Actually, I’m hungry.” Ava grabbed Beatrice’s hand leading her away from the dance floor and JC. 

Beatrice walked beside her as they headed for the stairwell. She was quiet, which Ava had learned was normal for Beatrice. Ava knew that whatever Beatrice was thinking wouldn’t be voiced and even if it was, it wouldn’t be in a direct way. So, she knew that she would have to address it.

The door to the stairwell closed behind them leaving them in a muffled kind of quiet. There was definitely a question on Beatrice’s mind since her eyebrows were scrunched up and her shoulders stood a lot stiffer than usual, which Ava thought of as an adorable look, but knew better than to lead with that. 

They took the steps one at a time. “We dated,” Ava began the conversation, “Last year.” Beatrice kept her head down watching the steps below carefully. “I think he forgets we broke up, or pretends to.”

“I see. Should I not have interrupted?” Beatrice’s question was presented as a simple yes or no, but Ava knew there was more to it than that.

“No, I’m happy that you did.”

“Good...that’s good.” They had reached the bottom of the steps. “You said you were hungry?”

“Starving, actually.”

Beatrice’s suit was the perfect outfit for some late night gallivanting, though she had lost her bow tie at some point throughout the night. Ava on the other hand had not been so lucky, she had changed into a more manageable red tulle dress after the award ceremony, but still had to deal with her heels.

They looked up at the simple menu above the register, the teen girl awaiting their order going through various stages of awe. Beatrice was too busy contemplating her choices to notice.

Ava took a step forward, and the girl visibly glitched in place. “Hi, can I please have a cheese burger combo with a chocolate shake.” She nodded vigorously while tapping the order on the screen in front of her. “Bea?”

“I can’t decide if I want a root beer or a Dr. Pepper. Both are very American.”

“Dr. Pepper tastes like medicine,” The girl spoke up shyly.

“Oh, well, that settles it then.” Beatrice came to Ava’s side, “I’ll also have the cheeseburger combo and a root beer please.”

“Okay,” The girl tapped a few more times, “I’m not sure how to…go about this. Do I like charge you guys money?”

“What?” Beatrice asked confusedly, not quite following.

Ava grabbed her phone, tapping a couple of times on the screen facing them until the money was charged through.“Yes, yes! You definitely charge us money.”

When they stepped away to find a table the girl shouted from the register, “Congrats on the award by the way!”

Beatrice waved shyly, finally catching up with what had just happened, “Thank you!”

They slid into an empty booth, Ava first then Beatrice. It was late enough that the restaurant only had a few people enjoying a late night meal. 

“What happened to your bow tie? It was cute.”

“Camila almost choked me with it so extreme measures had to be taken.” Beatrice chuckled, unbuttoning the top few buttons of her dress shirt, Ava’s eyes followed the motion closely. “I have something to show you.” She pulled her phone from her pant’s pocket. After a few seconds of tapping she slid the device on the table towards Ava.

“What’s this?” Ava looked down, her eyes catching the words Hadestown and ticket. “Are these tickets to Hadestown!?”

Beatrice nodded emphatically, a cute smile forming, “They are indeed. I wasn’t sure if you had managed to get some, but I figured it wouldn’t hurt. I was in a queue this morning for hours, though in the end it was Yasmine who actually managed to get them. I owe her a few rare vinyls.”

Ava’s attention kept bouncing from the tickets to Beatrice, her heart swelling all over again. 

“Order 22!” 

Beatrice stood to grab their order and it was probably the best thing that could have happened in that moment because Ava was considering doing something so substantial that it would have cataclysmically changed their lives. 

When Beatrice made her way back with their meals Ava breathed in, steeling her emotions. 

“Beatrice, this is so lovely, how can I thank you?”

“Nonsense, I just want you to enjoy the show,” Beatrice replied while distributing the food between them. “I hope it doesn’t coincide with a schedule, if it does please tell me, I’ll ask Yasmine to switch it out with another day.”

Ava grabbed her shake taking a few sips, she considered Beatrice as she bit into her burger. After a moment she swallowed before asking, “Will you come with me? To the show? I know you don’t like musicals, I promise it’s not super musically … more folky/jazz.”

Beatrice chewed quickly then swallowed. “Jazzy?”

“Uh huh.”

She nodded, grabbing a handful of french fries, “Then, yes I’ll be happy to come along with you.”

“Yeah?” She could feel it, her heart was hammering in her chest as she waited for the confirmation.

“As long as you’re there to hear me vent about it later.”

“I would love that.”

—

They had been wandering around for the past half hour. The Los Angeles air had grown colder as the night stretched into midnight. Ava felt the goosebumps intensify as a breeze passed between them. Beatrice must have realised because the suit jacket was already halfway off her shoulder and with another smooth motion it lingered between them.

“Ava, please it’s cold.” Beatrice wiggled the jacket.

Ava nodded, taking it from Beatrice’s hands and slipping it on.

They walked for a few more minutes without the need to speak, their surroundings and the noisy streets being enough to fill the space. There was a small crowd gathered along a parked food truck in an empty parking lot. Music flowed through the speakers by the side of the truck appropriately called ‘I <3 Churros’.

“I would kill for hot churros right now.”

Beatrice shook her head, already heading towards the truck. “Your wish is my command.”

They ate their churros near the truck, huddled together for warmth along with the music coming through the speakers. They danced in place while wiggling the sugary snack full of chocolate dip. 

A song came on and Ava jumped in place, the dish and the churros bouncing as well. She danced along with the playful cumbia beat, the contagious energy from the song difficult to fight. “I haven’t heard this song in so long!”

Cada vez

(Every time)

Cada vez que lo veo pasar

(Every time I see him passing by)

Mi corazón se enloquece

(My heart goes crazy)

Y me empieza a palpitar

(And it starts to beat)

Y se emociona

(And it gets excited)

Ya no razona

(It can't reason anymore)

No lo puedo controlar

(I can't control it)

Y se emociona

(And it gets excited)

Ya no razona

(It can't reason anymore)

Y me empieza a cantar

(And it starts to sing to me)

Me canta así, así, así, así

(It sings to me like this, like this, like this, like this)

Bidi bidi bom bom (bidi bidi bom bom)

Bidi bidi bom bom (bidi bidi bom bom)

Bidi bidi bidi bidi bidi bom bom

Bidi bidi bidi bidi bidi bom bom

“What’s it about?” Beatrice joined along with the dance, not sure how to follow until Ava grabbed her hand with her free hand.

“Left foot first, then, wiggle your hips, then, same foot back.” Ava showed her, “Then, just repeat with your other foot. Kinda like salsa, but like less involved.” Once Beatrice found her rhythm she answered the question. “The song is about being in love and how your heart goes crazy anytime you see them or hear them speak.”

“Is the onomatopoeia the heartbeat?”

“EXACTLY!” Ava answered while doing the motion on her chest as the chorus played along.

“Heeeeeeeeeey, yeaaaaaaaaah! ” Ava belted the high notes along with the scat as they continued to dance. “Hey! Hey!” Beatrice fake played the guitar for a few seconds earning a full on giggle from Ava.

“How are you such a messy eater?” Beatrice asked once Ava returned from throwing their empty dish away. She raised her hands running them along each side of Ava’s cheeks, the cinnamon sugar granules falling on the floor easily. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking abou–” Ava’s cheeks bounced as Beatrice flexed her fingers up and down. “Hah hah very fu–” her cheeks bounced again.

“Messy eater,” Beatrice repeated affectionately. 

Mi corazón se enloquece cada vez que lo veo pasar

(My heart goes crazy every time I see him pass by)

Y me empieza a palpitar así, así.

(And it starts to beat like this, like this)

—

A week later Ava is back in London. She had left the day after the Grammys to do several preliminary concept photos for the album. The album itself wasn’t finished, but the overall theme was solidified and approved by label heads. Her shift into more commercial pop was a go and Emilia had only protested at some of the more risque photos, but couldn’t much argue with a soon to be 28 year old woman. It was a fun, more mature concept to her previous releases and Ava was going brazenly forward at full throttle. 

Her town car came to a stop outside of the studio The Cruciforms were currently renting. She had promised to meet up with Beatrice to watch Hercules later today. “We should watch this before Hadestown because it’s set in the same universe” or something like that. Beatrice had begrudgingly agreed with a roll of her eyes of course. It had been the easiest way to coax her into more musicals. 

Camila spotted her as she made her way into the studio, she held the door open for Ava to come in from the cold weather. “Beatrice is upstairs, I think she’s finishing up something.” She gave Ava a quick hug. “The rest of us are off to hunker down for the day, it’s looking pretty grim out there.”

“I hear we might get a bit of snow.”

“We’ll see. It doesn’t happen often, but when it does this entire country turns into a shit show.” Camila rolled her eyes good naturedly, waving goodbye.

“See ya, Cam.”

Ava took the steps one at a time, the small backpack on her back bouncing along with her. She could see the red sign up of a recording session still in progress, but continued undeterred. She quietly sneaked inside the production room and closed the door slowly behind her.

Beatrice’s back faced her through the glass windows. She sat on a stool with an acoustic guitar balanced on her thighs. There were two microphones hooked up in front of her, one for the guitar and the other by her face. She delicately plucked the strings for a bit, putting together a couple of chord progressions while humming before reaching over to the music stand where some sheet music sat. She wrote the chords on the paper before playing from where she left off, so soft that Ava was straining to hear it.

(*)

I'm so bewildered

What's this new desire called?

I didn't know that much at all 'bout love before

But now, I think I'm learning

Hearing Beatrice sing like this was an entirely new experience. A lot of what she was familiar with were bombastic rock songs, where belting out was the norm. This was intimate and emotionally vulnerable, which was not the Beatrice she had come to know. Not that she didn’t think Beatrice wasn’t capable of it, just that as of right now the woman had been like a tightly bound book. Much like her journal.

 Ava knew she was intruding into something she shouldn’t be and she quickly decided that she would be good, she would be respectful of Beatrice. So, she stepped away from the console, even though all she wanted to do was stay and listen. 

You bewitched me

From the first time that you kissed me

Waited all night

Then we ran down the street in the late London light

The world froze around us, you kissed me good night

She froze. Every muscle in her body was screaming at her to stay. How could she possibly leave now? What was this torture? And then the panic set in. She glanced back at Beatrice who continued to sing undisturbed.  

You bewitch me

Every damn second you're with me

I try to think straight

But I'm falling so badly, I'm coming apart

You wrote me a note, cast a spell on my heart

And bewitched me

Bewitched me

Her knees hit the floor as she scurried underneath the consoles. Ava breathed in, both hands on her mouth. What the fuck? She couldn't contain the smile that was forming on her face. Beatrice was singing about them. She was singing about them running away from the photographers. She was singing about that night. 

Mmmmmmmm Mmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmm Mmmm Mmmm

You're not even gone

I already miss you

What's going on?

I've never been through

This all-consuming fire fuming

Cursing at the moon and losing all control and crying

'Cause I think I'm falling

The chorus repeated itself again, Ava had not misheard. The song was about them. The song was about Beatrice falling in love…in love with her. Her heart felt like it was about to burst through her chest. She was sure she wasn’t breathing anymore. This was a love song. A love song about everything that she herself was feeling…had been feeling. And Beatrice, she had put it into song. Had perfectly encapsulated everything in a perfect love song. Ava had never been the subject of a song, much less this kind of song. 

It was quiet. Beatrice had finished. She could hear every movement as the guitar was placed back on the stand and as Beatrice’s shoes walked along the carpeted studio floor. She was opening the door. Ava stayed absolutely still, she watched as Beatrice walked into the production room and grabbed her water bottle from the table, exiting the space. 

Her lungs wanted to explode. She breathed in, her shoulders shaking from lack of oxygen. What the fuck was she going to do? Does she slip out? Does she confront Beatrice? No. Absolutely, and irrevocably no. Okay, she was on her feet. She was going to leave before Beatrice returned. That was the plan and it was a solid plan.

Except the door opened once again and Beatrice walked in, head down, typing on her phone. Ava’s butt vibrated, loud enough to catch the attention of the messenger. 

“Ava?” She looked like a deer caught in the headlights. “When did you come in?” Beatrice’s voice was slightly panicked, her eyes quickly checking inside the recording area.

Ava wanted the entire earth to cave in from underneath her. “Heeeeeeeey,” She replied back nervously.

Beatrice quirked one of her eyebrows suspiciously. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah…yeah everything’s fine,” Ava wrung her hands a couple of times, not really sure what to do with them.  

“You’re early.”

“Basically no traffic today with the forecast and all,” Her hands were shaking. Beatrice had noticed. She grabbed the straps of her backpack adjusting it, she needed something to do, something to keep her hands from shaking again. Beatrice spoke, but she missed it. “What?”

Beatrice picked at the hair tie on her wrist, “I asked if you were ready to go.” 

“Yes! Definitely ready for some Disney magic and cookies.”

“Cookies?”

Ava gripped the door handle walking out onto the hallway, “I thought we could bake.” Beatrice walked out behind her, closing the studio door. “I brought chocolate chips with me. I wasn’t sure what you had at home.”

“Good call.” They walked downstairs together, “I should have the rest if we’re just making basic chocolate chip cookies.”

“That’s the plan!”

—

Beatrice’s apartment was so Beatrice that Ava had to have a mental moment to not spontaneously combust on the spot. The door opened into an inviting white living room with parquet flooring and incredibly high ceilings. To her right was a baby grand piano next to the opened and bright vertical window. A red modern abstract photo adorned the wall next to the window with a small fern tree nestled between them. The couch was against the wall, which was covered with even more paintings and photographs. The coffee table in front of it was littered with reading material both on top and underneath on the floor. A rust coloured carpet tied the room together. 

In front of her was a small hallway with two doors, which Ava assumed was the bedroom and the bathroom. To her left was a half wall with built-in shelving covered from top to bottom with vinyl records and at the center was a turntable with two speakers on each side. 

Beatrice came through the door and shut it behind her. She took off her shoes and placed the keys on a bowl by the vinyl shelf. Ava scrambled to take off her shoes in horror as Beatrice gave her exactly one look. Then, Beatrice gathered the black Vans and deposited them next to her Blundstones on a small wooden shelf by the door.

Next to the vinyl shelf wall was an entryway leading to a small kitchenette with a four person table on the left, behind it were dark blue counters with weirdly bright green open shelving. It all felt so lived in. The only other time Ava felt like this was back home during the holidays with her family, where everything was placed exactly where it needed to be. 

“Make yourself at home.” Beatrice was headed for the kitchen. 

Okay Ava, one step at a time. Just look around and don’t think, just don’t think of doing anything. She walked around the living room taking in the various decorations and tchotchkes. The wall behind the couch held countless photographs housed in different shaped frames. Many of Beatrice at different ages with her family and friends. There was one of her surfing, it was black and white and she was just sitting on the board waiting for a wave. Another photo was one of Camila and her in high school uniforms. Her favourite by far was one of Beatrice by herself, she must have been five or six and she was wearing an Aikido uniform with a white belt and huge smile lacking some teeth. 

“Water?” Beatrice held the cup up to Ava.

“Thank you.” Ava turned to look at the photographs again. “Baby Beatrice is adorable.”

“She was also very cheeky.”

“Was? I think you’re still cheeky. Do you still do martial arts?”

“When I have time, yes.”

Ava's eyes moved across more photos, landing on one where The Cruciforms were huddled together backstage. “When was this?”

“Officially it’s our first gig as a group, unofficially it’s my Uni professor’s wedding.”

Ava chuckled, her eyes bouncing to another photo, “Are these your parents?” It was a photo of Beatrice on her father’s shoulders and her mother holding her back as they ran.

Beatrice came closer also looking at the photo. “Yes. I think I was two.”

“You don’t often speak of them.”

“My dad passed away five years ago, before everything. So, it’s just me and my mum.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mea–”

“It’s quite alright, I’m just used to people knowing.” She walked a couple of steps back pointing at the kitchen, “Would you like a tour? It’s not a big place, technically you’ve seen most of it already.”

Ava nodded enthusiastically while gulping the water at a concerning speed. She dropped off the chocolate chips on the kitchen table and placed the cup into the sink before following Beatrice into the small hallway. Beatrice opened the door to the left revealing the bathroom. Then, she opened the door to the right, ushering Ava inside.

The window was at the center of the room with a desk that sat underneath it stretching along the left wall of the room. Various plants sat in front of the window and on the left was a sitting spot with a laptop and some audio equipment. The room had a double bed against the right wall and directly above it the shelves went from half the wall and reached the ceiling holding a myriad of books all of different sizes and colours.

Ava looked at the shelving with concern, “I feel like that’s an accident waiting to happen.” 

“It’ll be quick at least.”

Ava chuckled, moving to the window looking down at the plants, “I know what your schedule looks like, how are you keeping these alive?”

Beatrice was beside her, running her fingers along the leaves of one of the plants, “My mum passes by, she believes they’re good for my mental health. She also drops off food, which is good for my overall health.”

“Do you have a good relationship?”

“Now, yes. I believe so. All of us went through a rough patch before my dad passed away, but things change…people change or I guess grow. I’ve grown too, I’ve become more patient with her and her with me.” Beatrice had a small smile on her face, “She brings me cut up fruit, which is basically her way of saying ‘I love you’.” She sat on the bed patting the side for Ava.

Ava felt like she needed to be honest too. Or at least give something as well. This wasn’t a subject that she enjoyed speaking about. “My mom passed away when I was seven and my dad wasn’t really around after that.” Beatrice sat quietly. “My aunt adopted me and has raised me ever since. You’ve actually met her.”

“Angry power suit?”

Ava nodded in confirmation. “Please don’t misunderstand, she loves me, I’m just a difficult person sometimes.” She stood not wanting the conversation to continue. “Maybe I could do with some growth and patience like you.”

The oven was on and all the supplies were laid on the dining table. 

Ava was in the middle of scooping a cup of sugar. She made the mistake of glancing towards Beatrice who grimaced while weighing the perfect ratio of all-purpose flour.

“Ava, please don’t get sugar on the floor.”

“It’s cool, it's cool! It’s just that it’s clumpy so–” She used the scoop and smashed the granule clumps apart. Several bits bounced up landing on the table. “Sorry.”

“How about I do the sugars, maybe you can prep the dry ingredients in the meantime.” It wasn’t a suggestion, Beatrice had already wrapped her hand around the scoop.

“I think we need some music.”

“No, no that’s not a good idea, this is a precision operation.”

“This is a precision operation.” Ava teased, already going through the entryway. “Can I use the record player?”

“Yes, that’s fine. Do you need help?”

“No, I got it!” Ava perused through the selection of records. Maybe some Carly Rae Jepsen? What was even this organisation method? It took a few seconds but she finally figured out that they were all organised by release year, which meant that if she wanted something this century she at least was tall enough to reach it. She spotted her prey, quickly doing away with the protective plastic sleeves containing the gatefold. 

Beatrice’s footsteps got closer, “Don’t slam the needl–”

The speakers popped loudly and Ava instinctively smiled like a crazy person to distract from what she had done. “It’s alright! We’re good to go now.” 

Back in the kitchen Ava began her new task of weighing the dry ingredients. “Why do you strangle your records?”

“They’re protective sleeves, they keep the jacket safe.”

“But the jacket is there to protect the record.” Beatrice was whisking the sugars, salt and butter. Her muscle flexed while she did it, a task that should have been mundane, but Ava couldn’t keep her eyes away. “Can you crack the two eggs in?”

“Can do.” 

“And a teaspoon of vanilla.” Ava uncapped the lid splashing in the extract. Beatrice stopped whisking, “How will we know if that’s a teaspoon?”

“I’m sure it’s fine.”

“What? No. Baking is basic chemistry. There are rules for a reason.”

“Beatrice! They’re chocolate-chip cookies. I’m sure a splash of vanilla is equivalent to a teaspoon.” Ava scrolled through her phone looking at the recipe, “Okay, next it says to sift the flour and baking soda. And then fold the mixture.” She grabbed the two ingredients, walked to Beatrice and emptied the flour into the bowl. 

She forgot to sift it.

The flour powder splattered up covering Beatrice’s face, who blinked a couple of times, too stunned to react. Ava stepped back arms up in defense, but the cackle that came out of her mouth was enough to break Beatrice from her shock. In one swift motion Beatrice put down the bowl on the table, reached inside the bag of flour and closed her fist around a handful of powder. Then, she set her eyes on Ava before rushing forward, hand already mid release. 

The powder hit the wall behind her. Beatrice had missed. “No! No…no…Bea…I’m–” Ava clutched her stomach as a fit of giggles hit her.

Beatrice spun around and grabbed another fist full of powder, “Oh, I’m going to get you for that!”

The next song on the record started to play. 

Don't know if I'm awake or dreaming

There must be something in the air

The time is disappearing

This moment's never leaving

I can feel it, I can feel it

Ava pushed from the wall and turned towards the living room. Her socks slid on the wooden floor slowing her down significantly. The bedroom was too small and probably didn’t have a lock. She ran to the living room with Beatrice right on her tail. 

You got me started

And nothing on earth can stop it

It's crazy, I'm falling

I don't know what else to call it

Do you believe in magic?

Do you, do you, do you

Do you believe in magic?

“Don’t you dare go near the instruments!” Beatrice yelled mid laugh. 

Ava turned to face her. She faked left momentarily confusing Beatrice before heading for the hallway. The bathroom must have a lock. That was her destination. Or it was until hand gripped hers pulling her backwards. Beatrice spun her into the living room, then her other hand came down Ava’s head and down her face. The flour was now face paint. 

Beatrice's shoulders were shaking with how much she was laughing. Ava attempted to escape but found herself slipping on the floor momentarily only to be held up by Beatrice’s arm wrapped around her waist.

Oh oh, you got me started

And nothing on earth can stop it

It's crazy, I'm falling

I don't know what else to call it

Do you believe in magic?

Do you, do you, do you

Do you believe in magic?

Beatrice spun her in place, then, clapped along with the song, shimmying backwards in a cute little groove. Ava joined, delighted with the turn of events. She did a few butt wiggles of her own before falling into the same rhythm as Beatrice in their impromptu dance session. The finger guns came out at some point along with the running man. 

Dancing together

Ain't nothing that could be better

Tomorrow don't matter

We'll make the night last forever

So, do you believe in magic?

Do you, do you, do you

Do you believe in magic?

Ava ran the towel through her hair, patting her wet locks. After picking up the kitchen and living room they were both able to finish the dough for the cookies and by ‘they’ she meant Beatrice, who, when left to her own devices, was able to do the whole recipe in under fifteen minutes. Then, she had jumped in the shower and was out just as fast. 

Ava zipped the borrowed hoodie up and walked out of the bathroom to the delicious smell of fresh baked cookies. Beatrice’s clothing was slightly baggy on her person, but they were incredibly comfortable. And Ava will admit that she had in fact held the shirt to her nose for far too long. 

As she passed the living room on the way to the kitchen she noticed that Beatrice had already vacuumed along their path of carnage. In the kitchen was Beatrice hunched over while retrieving the last of the cookie trays, the rest sat cooling on top of the counter. She was wearing a soft pastel tie dye hoodie and her hair was up in a loose bun. 

“How are they looking?” 

Beatrice turned to face Ava, eyes taking in her appearance. She scratched at the back of her neck, then tucked a stray hair behind her ear. “They smell great, we just have to wait until they cool a bit before we eat.”

“Oh man. I like them all gooey and warm.” Ava pouted, and it must have been enough because Beatrice sighed only once before she turned and delicately grabbed a cookie off the cooling tray. She blew on it a few times, then walked to Ava presenting it to her.

“I’m going to get us some socks and grab my duvet. I think it’s getting colder.”

Ava sat on the couch and suddenly felt awkward. What was the procedure? Feet down? Was that not casual enough? Beatrice was right, it was feeling a lot colder than earlier. Ava looked out the window, surprised that it had begun to snow. She walked over to have a closer look. The snow was beginning to land on the window sills and all along the garden outside. 

Beatrice came back into the living room carrying the duvet and a couple of blankets. 

“It’s snowing.”

“Snowing?” She walked over the window and sat on the ledge. “I guess the report was correct then.”

“Do you think they’ll cancel flights?” 

Beatrice was due to leave with the band for a festival in France tomorrow morning.

“Only if the storm continues down towards us. We’ll know more later. I’m sure Suzanne is on top of everything.” Beatrice tapped the side of her leg with a pair of wool socks. “For your Iberian sensibilities.”

“Wow, the harassment.” And it would have been so easy for Ava to just lean down and kiss Beatrice, so…so…so easy. 

They settled on the couch under a mountain of blankets. The books on the coffee table had been placed underneath it and Beatrice had put a couple of pillows down on it for their feet. The TV mounted on the wall behind the piano came on and the intro for Hercules began to play.

“ Will you listen to him? He’s making the story sound like some kind of Greek tragedy. ”

“Lighten up, dude,” Ava quoted along.

“We’ll take it from here.”

“You go girls…”

“ Back when the world was neeeeeee–”

“Ava!”

“I can’t resist!”

Thirty minutes later they were four cookies in each and Beatrice kept plot picking with annoyingly accurate knowledge from The Labours of Heracles. Ava had countered with ‘that’s not the point! It’s meant to be fun’. Beatrice had acquiesced after a few songs when Ava spotted her bobbing her head along.

It had turned dark outside now and the wind was beginning to pick up. The end credits of the movie scrolled through as they discussed the movie.

Ava sat up, folding her legs underneath her for a better look at Beatrice who was on her right. “You have to tell me which song was your favourite.”

Beatrice was still leaning against the couch with her feet on top of the coffee table pillows. “I really liked them all.”

“What? Come on! You have to pick one.”

“No, I do not.”

“I bet it’s Zero to Hero your jazzy heart can’t resist it.”

“No, though that one came close. I prefer I Won’t Say I’m in Love .”

“Oh.”

Oh.

Beatrice emerged from underneath the blankets, pulled her arms up in a stretch, where a bit of her tummy poked out, and then reached for her phone. “I’m going to give Suzanne a quick call.” She went into her room for some privacy.

Ava breathed in. Beatrice was going to kill her. 

She turned the TV to the local news where an urgent bulletin was being delivered.

“Heavy snow and freezing rain is causing widespread disruption across the U.K. with amber warnings in place for Birmingham and London.” The news agent delivered the report. “Forecasters say that up to 40 cm of snow could fall in some places, the airport runways across the city are closed due to snow and ice.”

“Suzanne has cancelled our schedules for tomorrow.” Beatrice returned, she was scratching at something on her neck again. “I don’t think we’ll be able to make any of the festival dates. She seems to think the storm will stretch for a few days.”

“I’m sorry to hear that, Bea. I’m sure the organisers will think of something.”

“I hope so. I don’t want to let down our fans.”

“Do the rest of the girls know?”

“Yeah, we all spoke for a few minutes.” Beatrice walked to the window and began to close the shutters. When she was finished she turned to Ava and said, “Would you like to stay for the night?” She was nervous.

“If you don’t mind.”

“I don’t.” Beatrice rolled her shoulders, loosening them a bit, “Good. That’s a relief. I was worried you’d do something crazy like run through the storm.”

Ava pulled the blankets closer, “But I’m so warm here.”

Beatrice looked down to the floor, avoiding her gaze, “I’m going to see if I can get a quick dinner together for us. Are you happy with pasta?”

“I love pasta.”

Ava also loved seeing Beatrice’s butt in her pajama pants. She was respectfully looking of course.

After dinner they hunkered down for another movie, this time one of Beatrice’s favourites, Atlantis: The Lost Empire and to Ava’s dismay not a musical. 

In the bathroom they brushed their teeth next to each other, Beatrice had grabbed a new bamboo toothbrush for Ava, and when they finished she placed it in the cup next to Beatrice’s. 

They had brought all the blankets from the living room back to Beatrice’s bed. 

When she walked into the room Beatrice was neatly stacking the decorative pillows under the desk. She fluffed the two pillows before laying them side by side. “Do you have a preferred side?”

“Not really, I tend to move around a lot.” Ava shrugged, “Like a nervous thing.”

“Why don’t you take the side next to the wall then?”

Ava crawled onto the spot settling in. “It’s a lot colder in here.” 

The window shutters in the room were already closed, keeping as much of the cold out as possible.

“The radiator here is smaller. Once we’re under the blankets it should be okay.” Beatrice plugged their phones in by the desk, turned the light off and then settled beside Ava, pulling the blankets over them.

A few minutes passed. 

Ava shuffled her feet, they were too cold. Cold enough that she couldn’t focus, not that she wasn’t already struggling to do that with Beatrice all warm beside her. 

“Bea?”

“Mmm?”

“I don’t think the socks are helping.”

“What’s wrong?”

“My feet are cold.”

“Oh.” Beatrice wiggled around a bit, now flat on her back. “Put them under my butt.”

“Put them under your butt?”

“For warmth.” She said casually, while lifting said butt. 

Ava placed her feet underneath before Beatrice lowered herself. “Wait!” Ava smacked Beatrice’s side, getting her to lift her butt again. “I need to take the socks off, I think they’re frozen solid.” And then her feet were bare and under Beatrice’s butt.

“Better?”

“Yes.” Ava wiggled her toes in confirmation, making Beatrice laugh.

Then, after a few more minutes.

“Bea?”

“Mmm?”

“My nose is cold.”

“Is there a part of you that isn’t cold?”

“My feet.”

Beatrice faced her or at least Ava thought Beatrice did because she could barely make out anything with how dark the room was. It was quiet for a few seconds, then Beatrice's hand passed along her waist, a few fingers accidentally stroking under her shirt causing goosebumps to break throughout her skin. Beatrice pulled her close. “Is this okay?” She asked, uncertain.

“How are you so warm? This is an injustice.”

“How are you so cold?”

Ava shuffled even closer, wrapping her arms around Beatrice’s waist as well and nestling her nose close to her chest. “Must be my weak Iberian genetics, we’re just not built for this.” She felt Beatrice’s laughter before she heard it.

“Bea?”

“Mmm?”

“Good night.”

“Good night, Ava.”

—

Beatrice’s internal clock always woke her at exactly 6 am regardless of how hard she’d try to change things. She didn’t know what time it was, but she had a feeling it was well past that, which was unexpected.

Another thing that she hadn’t expected was Ava so tightly wound around her body. She had mentally prepared to have a long night since Ava had stated she was a roamer, but it seemed they had both stayed in the exact position they had fallen asleep in. Their feet being tangled together was a bonus.

Beatrice held the precious cargo as close as she could without stirring her. She could probably count on one hand the number of good sleeps she’s had. The kind of sleep where you wake up with creases from the bed sheets all over your face, with the little drool spot on the pillow.  This was definitely one of those sleeps.

As the days passed Beatrice was finding it more and more difficult to pretend like her entire life hadn’t just been turned upside down by Ava. She had made her way into her heart like a melody from your childhood that is so familiar and loved, but you can’t quite place where you’ve heard it before. It was like that in a sense, Ava had made herself familiar, she had endeared her way into her life, and the moment that familiar feeling wasn’t around Beatrice felt lost with the need to seek it out again.

Beatrice also knew that this was dangerous and if things changed further between them it could lead to places she couldn’t follow. This was something she hadn’t prepared for nor was ready for. It was probably in everybody’s best interest if Beatrice would muster up the courage to stop or at least put some space between them while she still could. But how could she? Ava was addictive in the worst definition of the word. When Ava wasn’t around she found herself thinking of her, it was impacting her life, her choices, even with how contained everything already was. 

Ava will finish her album soon, which was equal parts good and bad. Good because the album release schedule will take Ava from London, giving Beatrice the space she needs to truly put things into perspective, a feat that was proving difficult with Ava so accessible. And bad because having Ava be apart from her now was slowly becoming physically painful. 

Her bandmates were probably also not happy with the way she was behaving recently. They had become her second priority in a span of a few months. She rushed through studio sessions, cancelled on lunch plans, and had made it a habit to arrive late to some of their schedules, all to meet up with Ava or send a quick message that turned into ten without realising. Mary had noticed that something was off, but of course in Mary fashion she had opted for silence and patience, which has made Beatrice feel guiltier and guiltier the more she did it.

Everything had shifted focus to Ava and wanting to be near Ava. Their album, which should be at least at the post-production stage, sat slightly abandoned from lack of lyrics. Lyrics which had all changed throughout the past months from rebellious and angsty words to yearning and Lo—. No. She wouldn’t allow herself to think it.

Ava stirred, causing Beatrice to go absolutely still.

The arms around her waist flexed a couple of times as Ava breathed out slowly, nuzzling her face impossibly closer into Beatrice’s chest. 

Well, if she had any doubts about how Ava felt then that just answered it. She wondered just how long they could both exist within the bubble they’ve created. And all she wanted to do was lay there and contemplate it but her stomach had other plans. The room had been quiet until it grumbled so loudly and vehemently that her cheeks were already heating up from the indignity of it all.

Ava pulled back her head and Beatrice knew she was being looked at. Her eyes were tightly shut wishing the moment hadn’t been ruined, but then Ava started to shake while laughing quietly and after a moment she couldn’t help to join in as well. 

“I’m so sorry, I have to abide by its schedule.”

“I’ve realised.”

Beatrice shifted a bit in an attempt to untangle herself from Ava. They were both technically awake now so it was probably not correct to hold her so closely anymore. 

“Wait. Not yet,” Ava’s arms held onto her tightly, nose going directly into her crook of her neck. She breathed in deeply and after a few seconds released it. She patted Beatrice’s side before saying, “Okay, now you can go.”

They were having breakfast at the dining table. A quick avocado toast with a sunny side up egg and crumbled feta. Ava had a blanket wrapped around herself as she nodded along to Beatrice’s story. 

“Mary was dating Shannon at the time, she was one of our faculty members, and one day Camila and I passed by when she was playing and we both knew she needed to be part of the band. She was amazing, she exuded so much ‘I don’t care about this place’ attitude.”

“Mary does give off that vibe, like the world needs to catch up to her.”

“Yeah, exactly!” Beatrice was finished with breakfast already, she slowly drank her tea and continued. “Yasmine was shy at first, it wasn’t until our conductor recruited her for our studio ensemble as an alternate that I really heard her play.”

“What about Lilith, did she pretend not to be interested?”

“Actually, it was Lilith who convinced Mary in the end.”

Ava raised one of her eyebrows, “Is that when your budding Jazz career ended?”

“It was what I knew for a long time, with Lilith’s and Camila’s help I was able to branch out more.” Beatrice pushed her empty cup aside. “What about you? Did you go to school for music?”

“Do you really not Google people?” Ava said, not convinced.

“Not if I want to get to know them.”

“Oh,” Both of Ava’s eyebrows shot up. She picked up her tea cup blowing into it slowly. “I went to a conservatory as well, in Barcelona. I studied traditional initially, but branched out to more contemporary compositions later.” She sipped carefully, “My family was already respected in the industry so it was only natural. My mom sang too.”

Beatrice inched forward, “Do you have recordings?”

“No.” Ava was looking down at her cup, “It’s something that upsets me a lot. As more time passes there’s little nuances of her voice I forget.”

“I’m sorry.”

Ava stood suddenly, “I have something for you.” She went into the living room and returned holding a simply wrapped present the size of a book. She extended it to Beatrice with a small smile. “I was walking through one of our Christmas markets back home and it reminded me of you.”

Beatrice held the present, her eyes shifting from Ava to it.

“Open it.”

Beatrice did as instructed, gently removing the wrapping paper, a process that was probably driving Ava insane. When the last of the wrapping came off Beatrice turned the frame to face her. It was a watercolour painting of the Champs-Élysées at nighttime. 

“I don’t know what to say.” That was a lie. She knew exactly what to say.

“I mean, usually when someone gives another person a present they say ‘thank you’.”

“Thank you, I love it.” Close enough.

[redfilledfantasies]

Invigorated Muscle (Chapter 5 of 8)

Carmella’s fingers hovered momentarily above the polished surface of the examination table, steady in their deliberate intent. She plucked two diminutive wireless transmitters—no larger than beads—from their pristine nests, feeling the smooth coolness like a silent promise of discovery. The sterile air of the room held a charged expectancy as she prepared to bridge the gap between flesh and machine, the Erwachte Pumpe’s quiet hum waiting to breathe life into every pulse beneath her watchful gaze.

The room around her glimmered with clinical clarity, pale walls reflecting the harsh light of overhead fixtures that cast everything in razor-sharp definition. The machine itself sat ready—sleek panels and soft, blinking indicators framed by glass and steel that seemed almost reverent in their craftsmanship. Carmella lifted the control tablet, her fingers sliding across its surface with quiet confidence as she confirmed system readiness. This machine, she thought, was unlike any other: its ability to detect a heartbeat with pristine clarity, free from interference or noise pollution, was revolutionary. Each valve closing, each ventricle’s forceful push, could be heard as though the skin and bone shielding the heart had vanished entirely—unveiling the primal rhythm beneath in extraordinary detail.

“The Erwachte Pumpe,” Carmella mused softly, voice steady but tinged with something more—fascination, perhaps a whisper of desire. It captured cardiac symphonies with an intimacy impossible to replicate by conventional methods, translating the invisible ballet of blood and muscle into waves of sound that resonated deep within the body’s core.

With the stage set, she turned toward Bailey first. The younger woman waited quietly, her petite frame still radiating the tight discipline of athletic conditioning beneath the soft glow of sterile lights. Bailey’s brows furrowed in tentative invitation, lips parting slightly as she seemed to steel herself against the ever-present swirl of nerves that shadowed her confidence. Carmella’s gaze lingered momentarily, noting the sharp pulse fluttering faintly against the smooth, pale skin just beneath the collarbone—a heartbeat visible at the apex of the chest, strong and steady at around seventy beats per minute.

Bailey’s fingers moved with shy assurance, deftly lifting the edge of her crimson sports bra just enough to expose the gentle curve of her apex. Her hazel eyes flickered up to Carmella’s face for permission before holding steady. The flush in her cheeks was subtle but undeniable, betraying the mingled blend of anticipation and vulnerability folded tightly within her. Carmella responded with a soft nod, the careful professional mask slipping into place with practiced ease.

Her hands approached the exposed skin with reverence, the small transmitter cool against her fingertips as she placed it delicately just above the heart’s visible pulse. The bead-sized device settled firmly against Bailey’s warm skin, nestling like a secret sentry against the living landscape of muscle and blood beneath. Carmella’s breath steadied, her mind already turning through the data that would soon pour in—rate, rhythm, stroke volume—all unfolding in silent code beneath the surface.

Bailey’s lithe form held still, chest rising and falling with controlled breath, the faint sheen of exertion highlighting the sculpted muscles beneath her slender shoulders. Her nervous energy pulsed quietly, restrained beneath layers of resolve as Carmella took a moment to admire the harmony between brain and brawn. There was something exquisitely fragile yet fiercely determined in the way Bailey balanced shyness and strength, her body an eloquent declaration that spoke louder than words.

Moving from the reserved intensity of Bailey, Carmella’s gaze shifted toward Lydia. The taller woman had claimed the far corner of the room as her own domain, fluidly drawing the room’s energy into her orbit. She was in motion—limbs stretched wide in a perfect standing split, the elegant grace of the pose carved sharply against the soft wash of clinical light. Every taut sinew, every defined curve, spoke of years devoted to discipline and controlled strength. Bronzed skin gleamed faintly with a subtle film of sweat, tracing the tense muscles with a fine, luminous sheen.

Lydia’s balance was immaculate, her powerful form a study in poised control as she held the stretch with quiet command. The deep breath she exhaled seemed to ripple through the room—a low murmur carried on still air, an unspoken herald of readiness. When she finally released the pose, rising smoothly with slow, deliberate grace, Carmella allowed herself a flicker of admiration. The lithe arch of Lydia’s back, the fluid strength winding down her legs, all conjured a hypnotic blend of power and sensuality that tugged faintly at the edges of Carmella’s restraint.

Carmella approached, reaching out with steady hands as Lydia’s skin welcomed the second transmitter, placing it just above the apex of her own thunderous pulse. Lydia’s gaze locked onto Carmella’s with a smoldering intensity, her voice a soft, deliberate whisper that sliced through the taut air. “Sorry, Dr. Hill, my heart seems to be eagerly awaiting this test.”

Carmella felt the words brush past her like heated silk, igniting a cascade of sensation beneath the chill of clinical detachment. She drew a measured breath, centering herself with practiced calm and a tightening of discipline. “We proceed as planned,” she said quietly, a thin wall of professionalism built against the invitation woven into Lydia’s voice.

Turning back to the center of the room, Carmella’s eyes met those of both women—steadfast, breath caught, muscles coiled and waiting. “We will begin with two minutes of burpees,” she instructed, voice cool and unwavering. “Push yourselves as hard as you can while I monitor your cardiac performance.”

The silence that followed was thick with anticipation—the faint click of electronics humming to life the only sound in the room that held its breath alongside them. Two bodies, poised at the threshold of exertion, were ready to send their hearts racing into the crucible of strain and measurement. Carmella’s own pulse mirrored the rising tension, a quickened drumbeat beneath the calm facade, echoing the untold rhythms soon to fill the room with life.

Carmella’s hand trembled only slightly as she tapped the control panel, the Erwachte Pumpe stirring to life with a soft cascade of hums and flickers. The sleek machine, a monument to human ingenuity, drew in breath like a silent sentinel awakening from slumber. Every light blinked alive, and beneath the clinical glow, a surge of expectancy radiated—the moment where flesh and instrument merged, a gateway to revelations yet unimagined.

With deliberate care, Carmella selected transmitter one. The sudden clarity cut through the sterile air like a striking chord—Lydia’s heartbeat broadcast across the room with astonishing fidelity, each beat a thunderous hymn proclaiming the fierce, relentless mastery of an athlete at her peak.

The speakers carried the sound without interference, unfiltered and pristine, as if the thick shield of skin, bone, and muscle had vanished to expose the heart’s raw music laid bare. Carmella’s breath caught, eyes narrowing as she leaned forward. Each contraction echoed with astonishing definition: the low, cavernous thud of ventricles compressing blood, the crisp snap of valves closing—a flawless cadence at 148 beats per minute, perfectly synchronized, unwavering.

She closed her eyes briefly, allowing herself to be enveloped by the rhythm. It was a living symphony—precise, commanding, and raw. Her mind raced to interpret the unspoken language beneath the sound: stroke volume soaring beyond expected limits, ventricular walls flexing with seamless compliance, the aortic valve’s delicate closure ringing with delicate but fierce sharpness.

Amidst her technical calculation, a subtle tremor rose within—tingles prickling down her spine as the primal resonance of power and endurance pulsed through the speakers. It was as if the heart were confessing its own story directly to her nerves, coaxing curiosity, fascination, and something more intimate that blossomed beneath her professional veneer.

Lydia’s voice broke through the charged hush, carrying with it a tone both teasing and assured. “The valves opening and closing sound incredible, don’t they, doctor?” Her breath hitched mid-exertion, a glimmer of triumphant delight flashing through her sapphire eyes as she pushed herself through the burpees with the effortless strength of a practiced elite athlete.

Carmella dared not contradict the statement, her throat tightening with the invisible threads the heartbeat wove through her body. Each snap and thud seemed to shiver along her spine, raising hairs and igniting forgotten pathways of sensation long held in check by restraint. She nodded subtly, forcing the sharp exhale that willed away the sudden rush swelling inside. The scientific curiosity was undeniable, but intertwined was a tender seed of awe—a powerful organ laid vulnerable and glorious before her ears.

Lydia’s movements never faltered. Arms pumped with mechanical precision; legs hammered into the floor with steady purpose. Carmella’s gaze shifted, tracing the controlled explosion of power wrapped in smooth, bronzed skin. She imagined the turbulent torrent of blood, the cascade of pressure that raged inside the chest wall, each beat echoing through her own being in quiet defiance of time.

After a long moment of intimate immersion, Carmella’s fingers hovered once more over the control panel. With a practiced flick, she disengaged transmitter one and selected transmitter two. The air in the room seemed to shift—the machine’s sensors tuning into a different rhythm, a different story whispered in sound waves.

Bailey’s heartbeat emerged with a force both startling and magnificent. The sounds that poured from the speakers possessed a raw intensity difficult to comprehend. Each ventricular contraction surged like thunder, violent in its determination to flood vessels with life-giving blood. Valves snapped shut with a decisive, almost aggressive sharpness, their rhythm fierce and unyielding.

The sound sculpted the space—no gentle melody but a brutal, beautiful charge, as if Bailey’s heart were a warrior’s drum calling battle. Carmella’s chest rose as she absorbed the power—the explosive push of muscle overcoming resistance, stroke volume sustained at an exquisite peak even as breath heaved against exertion.

Her gaze found Bailey’s steady frame in motion—smaller, yet compact and robust, each movement deliberate and sharp. The heart rate held firm at a consistent 120 beats per minute, a testimony to remarkable endurance as Bailey danced through the burpees with surprising ease, the quiet sheen of sweat shining beneath stark lights.

No falter marked the young woman’s efforts—her pulse remained strong, the strength of her heart echoing resilience without hint of surrender or fatigue. Carmella’s breath caught as she balanced clinical observation with a swell of admiration—here was a vital force pushing boundaries without collapsing beneath the weight.

The two heartbeats played out in tandem—a fierce dialogue of power and precision, a duet of relentless drive beneath the sharp hum of machines. Carmella’s skin tingled where unseen forces pulled at her nerves, the tension in the room a delicate wire stretched taut between science and a more primal fascination.

Even as their bodies burned with effort, Carmella noted the balance of energy and control, the symphony of muscle and blood that spoke of secrets written not in words, but in the pulse beneath flesh. The Erwachte Pumpe, in its flawless capture of these hearts, had become an oracle revealing the raw poetry of life and endurance—unshielded and breathtaking.

The moment held, thick with promise, as Carmella continued to listen—caught between analysis and wonder, the fragile cusp where cold knowledge melted into heated awe.

The final burpee fell into place with a sharp, commanding slap, the air vibrating with exertion and unspoken triumph. Sweat gleamed along taut muscles, breaths heaving in tandem with relentless heartbeats. Carmella’s eyes darted to the illuminated panel, digits burning bright as they etched themselves into certainty: Lydia, fifty-six. Bailey, sixty. Both had shattered unspoken ceilings, their performances far beyond the predictable thresholds of mere mortals.

She allowed herself a breathless exclamation—“Outstanding”—a word suspended in awe, barely whispered as the currents of admiration and astonishment flooded her senses. The utterance caught in the charged room like a delicate spark against tinder.

But in her rising emotion, her finger slipped—a sudden press silenced the symphony of hums and beeps, and the Erwachte Pumpe went dark, plunging the room into clinical quietude that rang sharply in contrast to the moment’s fiery culmination.

The absence of sound echoed like a gasp, thick with anticipation unspent. Lydia’s sharp breath cut through the stillness. “That was nice,” she declared with casual brightness, muscles still taut as steel. “But I’m looking forward to the next test, Dr. Hill.”

Carmella inhaled slowly, gathering the fragments of her composure amid the racing pulses. “You should recover first,” she cautioned gently, an undertone of wary care threading her voice. “A brief rest will allow your hearts to recalibrate—ensure we capture accurate recovery rates.”

But Lydia’s eyes flashed with impatient fire, a silent storm crackling in their depths. “I am ready. You can hear it.” Her words weren’t mere assertion but a promise carried on the wild rhythm of her own heartbeat—a challenge laid bare.

Reluctantly, Carmella’s fingers found the control panel once again, rekindling the machine’s glow as the familiar hum rippled through the room like a living tide returning. The speakers breathed life once more, eager to reveal the hidden stories within each returning pulse.

Lydia’s heart emerged first, its pounding cadence shifting swiftly from fierce exertion to measured power. Within thirty seconds, the tempo eased dramatically to seventy-two beats per minute, each beat rich and full-bodied like a softened roar that hinted at hidden reservoirs of strength. The steady thump-thud rang with renewed vitality, valves sliding closed with measured precision, blood rushing through vessels that sang of resilience.

Even more remarkable was Bailey’s recovery—the machine captured her heart slowing to sixty-six beats per minute in a staggering twenty-four seconds. The power behind each beat seemed amplified in this quiet moment of reprieve, ventricles contracting with muscular might, valves snapping sharply as if asserting dominion over the still currents flowing through her body.

Carmella’s breath hitched—an involuntary quiver threading through her ribs as the pounding waves of life echoed with intimate clarity against her skin. The tingling sensation blossomed, slow and insistent, beginning deep in the hollow beneath her sternum and unfurling outward like flames licking at nerve endings. Her own heart matched the crescendo, hammering fiercely as desire bloomed alongside scientific fascination.

Her mouth grew dry; a bead of moisture clung stubbornly at her lips despite the furnace burning within. Eyes fluttered shut briefly as she wrenched a slow, shaking breath, summoning the will to remain the composed guardian of protocol. Yet beneath her skin, a silent dance played on—pulse entwined with raw attraction, professionalism fraying like thread against wind.

The room was heavy with the invisible threads binding these beating hearts—a nexus of endurance, power, and something far more fragile and electric. Lydia and Bailey exchanged subtle glances, muscles easing as they prepared to shift into the next phase. The unspoken communication of readiness moved between them, a shared oath framed by silent smiles and steady breaths.

Carmella rose, the faint stiffness in her legs a reminder of the tension contained. She stepped forward with measured poise, voice low and calm but weighted with quiet fire. “You’re ready to proceed,” she confirmed, her gaze sweeping over the two women, capturing the gleam of determination shining through their exertion-warmed skin.

Their nods were prompt, the silent commitment as crisp as the clack of polished shoes on hardwood as they moved toward the waiting treadmills. Carmella followed, each step echoing the thrum of possibility that coiled beneath her careful control.

With a final tap, the equipment awakened—the treadmills humming steadily as if breathing life into the challenge ahead. Carmella’s fingers skimmed the console with practiced assurance, activating the settings calibrated for maximum speed. The air shifted once more, taut with the impending fusion of exertion and revelation.

Together, the trio stood poised—heartbeats ready to unleash another chapter in this intimate, relentless study of power and endurance. The night stretched before them, an unwritten pulse beckoning beneath Manhattan’s glittering skyline.

[therwriter]

More Dorothyposting but I think it's a shame she's not in Lone Trail because she is in many ways an interesting narrative foil to Kirsten. Both driven by loss of their parents, both wanting to build on their legacy, both blind to the harm they cause. But Dorothy is predominantly altruistic, and genuinely ignorant, and when confronted with the harm she's caused she shuts down her experiment, while Kirsten presses on regardless and, in various ways, indicates she is actually still very much on top of what's going on, but simply doesn't care, at least for the most part. She doesn't remember Ifrit because Ifrit doesn't matter, she doesn't care what Ferdinand is up to because it gives her time to work on her life's work, but she manipulates Saria and Muelsyse to a superhuman degree in the final confrontation.

Also, interestingly, Dorothy gets used by the military, while Kirsten uses them, and even builds the destruction of their "weapon" she built into the plan, denying them utterly. She is, to the end, "Control".

The story beats themselves are not dissimilar either, as the protagonists unravel the mystery of the researcher in question before the world-changing reveal and confrontation.

Dorothy's Vision is Hypergryph telling a *comparatively* straightforward story of a mad but "pure" scientist exploited by the military industrial complex, before asking "okay but what if she was a girlboss" expanding on and subverting these ideas in Lone Trail.

Of course if Dorothy was actually in Lone Trail she'd have probably undone the whole plot by explaining and disabling the transmitter right away, but anyway...

[dasenergi]

Voyager 2, which left Earth nearly 46 years ago, stopped receiving or transmitting communications in July, when controllers accidentally sent a command that shifted its antenna 2 degrees away from Earth.

“We shouted 12.3 billion miles into interstellar space, instructing it to turn its antenna back to Earth, and after 37 hours, we found out it worked!”

NASA said its highest-powered transmitter at NASA’s huge dish Deep Space Network facility in the Australian capital, Canberra, “sent the equivalent of an interstellar ‘shout’” to Voyager 2 — a round-trip communication that required some 18.5 hours each way, for the command to reach the probe and to hear back.

“The spacecraft began returning science and telemetry data, indicating it is operating normally and that it remains on its expected trajectory.”

https://www.washingtonpost.com/technology/2023/08/05/nasa-voyager2-contact-interstellar-shout/

[supersonic-aviation-parts]

Signs Your Engine Oil Pressure Transmitter Needs Replacement

n Engine Oil Pressure Transmitter is a crucial component in ensuring the smooth operation of your vehicle’s engine. It monitors the oil pressure and sends this information to the car's electronic control unit (ECU), allowing you to stay informed about the engine's health. One popular model, the 64279-004-1, is known for its reliability, but even the best parts can wear out over time. Here are some key signs that your engine oil pressure transmitter needs replacement.

1. Fluctuating Oil Pressure Gauge Readings

If you notice that your oil pressure gauge is providing erratic readings, it could be a sign that your Engine Oil Pressure Transmitter is failing. The gauge might swing wildly from high to low pressure without any apparent reason, indicating that the transmitter is sending inconsistent signals to the ECU.

2. Oil Pressure Warning Light

The oil pressure warning light on your dashboard is designed to alert you when there’s a problem with your engine’s oil pressure. If this light comes on frequently or stays illuminated, it’s a strong indication that your 64279-004-1 Engine Oil Pressure Transmitter might be malfunctioning. Ignoring this warning can lead to serious engine damage.

3. Unusual Engine Noises

A failing Engine Oil Pressure Transmitter can lead to incorrect oil pressure readings, which in turn can cause inadequate lubrication of engine components. This may result in unusual noises such as knocking, ticking, or tapping from the engine. If you hear such sounds, it’s advisable to check your oil pressure transmitter.

4. Engine Performance Issues

When the Engine Oil Pressure Transmitter isn’t working correctly, it can affect the overall performance of your engine. You might experience reduced power, poor acceleration, or even stalling. These performance issues are often linked to incorrect oil pressure readings, leading to improper engine lubrication and increased friction.

5. Oil Leaks

Sometimes, physical damage to the Engine Oil Pressure Transmitter can cause oil leaks. If you notice oil puddles under your vehicle or see oil seeping from around the transmitter, it’s a clear sign that it needs to be replaced. Oil leaks can lead to low oil levels and inadequate lubrication, posing a significant risk to your engine.

6. Fault Codes

Modern vehicles equipped with onboard diagnostics (OBD) can detect issues with components like the 64279-004-1 Engine Oil Pressure Transmitter. If your vehicle’s OBD system registers fault codes related to oil pressure, it’s essential to have the transmitter inspected and potentially replaced. These codes can be read using an OBD scanner, helping you pinpoint the issue quickly.

Conclusion

Maintaining proper oil pressure is vital for the longevity and performance of your engine. The Engine Oil Pressure Transmitter plays a critical role in monitoring and regulating this pressure. If you notice any of the signs mentioned above, it’s important to address the issue promptly. Replacing a faulty oil pressure transmitter can prevent more severe engine damage and ensure your vehicle runs smoothly. Regular maintenance and timely replacement of worn-out components are key to keeping your engine in optimal condition.

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Excerpt: The Bridge (Shamanism)

Our familiar human world is no more than a narrow segment of the cosmos which now confronts us. Beyond it lies a further realm, altogether ‘other’, peopled by beings non-human, endowed with powers non-human, whose whole order of existence is ambivalent, mysterious, and strange. Between these two worlds, there is no ordinary continuity. Each is contained, like a walled garden, by its own order of being, and separated by a barrier which represents a rupture of level, a break in ontological plane. This barrier the ordinary man or woman is powerless to cross. They cannot at will make the passage to this other perilous plane, nor can they see, hear, or in any way influence the beings who dwell there.

The spiritual beings on the other side are not so confined. To them, access from one world to another is virtually free and unrestricted. Not only can they visit our world without let or hindrance, but they hold within their control a large sphere of our lives. This sphere was believed to be roughly that over which we ourselves have no control. The fertility of the rice crop, the due onset of the rains, the occurrence of storms, sickness, fire, and accident, all these lay in the gift of the inhabitants of the other world beyond the barrier. Even today, although in intellectual circles in Japan an aggressive secularism tends to be the rule, the belief still persists among many sections of the community that the causes of all calamity in human life lie in the spiritual realm. Sickness, accident, drought, or fire are the work either of angry ghosts or of offended numina. To discover the causes of these misfortunes, we must therefore look into the other dimension where these beings live and enquire what spirit is responsible and the reason for his anger.

On the goodwill of these non-human beings, therefore, depends the prosperity of the community. Treat them correctly with the right rituals and offerings, summon them correctly with the right spells, and they will leave their own world to visit ours and will exercise their superior power for the benefit of man. But once offend or neglect them and they will irrupt uninvited and furious into our world, to blast the offending community with curses.

Ordinary men and women are powerless to deal with these perilous and ambivalent forces. Certain special human beings, however, may acquire a power which enables them to transcend the barrier between the two worlds. This power bears no relation to the physical strength or mental agility with which we are ordinarily endowed. It is of a different order altogether, acquired by means which often weaken a man’s bodily health and strength, and which appears from time to time in boys who are virtual halfwits. It is a special power to effect a rupture of plane, to reach over the bridge and influence the beings on the other side.

I use the word ‘shaman’ to indicate those people who have acquired this power; who in a state of dissociated trance are capable of communicating directly with spiritual beings. These people in Japan appear in two complementary forms. The first, whom I shall call the medium or the miko, is exemplified by the sibyl Teruhi. She can enter a state of trance in which the spiritual apparition may possess her, penetrate inside her body, and use her voice to name itself and to make its utterance. She is therefore primarily a transmitter, a vessel through whom the spiritual beings, having left their world to enter ours, can make their communications to us in a comprehensible way.

The second and complementary source of power, whom I call the ascetic, is exemplified by the Saint of Yokawa. He is primarily a healer, one who is capable of banishing the malevolent spirits responsible for sickness and madness and transforming them into powers for good. To acquire the powers necessary for this feat, he must accomplish a severe regime of ascetic practice, which should properly include, besides fasting, standing under a waterfall and reciting sacred texts, a journey to the other world. Whereas with the medium, therefore, it is the spiritual beings who leave their world and come to ours, with the ascetic the passage is in the opposite direction. It is he who must leave our world and make his way through the barrier to visit theirs. This journey he may accomplish in ecstatic, visionary form; his soul alone travels, his body left behind meanwhile in a state of suspended animation. Or he may accomplish the journey by means of symbolic mimesis; the other world projected by means of powerful symbolism onto the geography of our own, he can make the journey through the barrier in body as well as soul.

Corresponding with each of these figures is a particular kind of trance. With the medium, infused or possessed by a spiritual being, a number of physical symptoms are commonly found. These include a violent shaking of the clasped hands, stertorous breathing or roaring, and a peculiar levitation of the body from a seated, cross-legged posture. I have seen both men and women propel themselves some six inches into the air from this position, again and again for several minutes on end. A violent medium is always considered more convincing than a docile one, the non-human character of the voice and behavior indicating more vividly the displacement of the medium’s own personality by the entry of the divinity. This kind of trance can either be self-induced, or can be stimulated by a second person, usually the ascetic.

The second type of trance is entirely different. It is a deep, comatose state of suspended animation. This is the condition into which the ascetic’s body must fall if his soul is to leave it in order to travel to other realms of the cosmos. His body remains behind, an empty husk, while his soul traverses barriers through which it cannot follow. We shall find that today this trance occurs only rarely. The capacity for this kind of dissociation, and for the visionary journey which goes with it, seems to have diminished in recent centuries, and today the magic journey is most commonly accomplished by symbolic action in full waking consciousness.

I have said that both the medium and the ascetic are shamans because each in their particular manner of trance acts as a bridge between one world and another.

The shaman is, first, a person who receives a supernatural gift from the spirit world. The gift is bestowed usually by a single spiritual being, who afterwards becomes his guardian and guide, sometimes even his spiritual wife. Before this critical moment in his life, the future shaman suffers for months or even years from a peculiar sickness, sometimes loosely called arctic hysteria. The symptoms range from physical pains—racking headaches, vomiting, aches in the joints and back—to more hysterical or neurasthenic behavior of wandering off into the forest, falling asleep or fainting for long periods, or hiding from the light.

These symptoms usually disappear, however, at the critical moment of initiation. This violent interior experience often takes the form of a vision, in which a single supernatural being appears to him and commands him to abandon his former life and become a shaman. Thereafter his soul is snatched out of his body and carried off to another realm of the cosmos, either above or below the human world. There he undergoes the fearful experience of being killed and revived. He sees his own body dismembered, the flesh scraped or boiled off the bones to the point when he can contemplate his own skeleton. He then sees new flesh and new organs clothed over his bones, so that in effect he is remade, resuscitated as a new person.

From this terrifying but characteristically initiatory experience, he emerges a changed character. His former oddity and sickliness give way to a new dignity and assurance of personality, strengthened by special powers conferred by the guardian spirit who calls him to his new life and which thereafter enable him to render special services to his community.

Foremost among these powers is the ability to put himself at will into altered states of consciousness in which he can communicate directly with spiritual beings. He can fall into the state of trance, for example, in which his soul separates itself from his body and travels to realms of the cosmos inaccessible to the physical body. By traveling upwards to the multiple layers of heavens, for example, he can acquire from the spiritual inhabitants there useful knowledge of hidden things. By traveling downwards to the underworld, he can rescue the souls of sick people, kidnapped and taken there by spirits. From his knowledge of the topography of these other worlds, moreover, he can act as a guide to the souls of the newly dead, who without his help might well lose their way along the unfamiliar road.

The shaman does not carry out this special work unaided. He is given indispensable help in his task, first by a retinue of assistant spirits and secondly by a panoply of magic clothes. The helping spirits, which often take the form of bears, wolves, eagles, or crows, are given to him by his guardian at the time of his initiation. They appear at once at his behest, ready to act as messengers or guides. The magic clothes and instruments, of which the drum is the most important, embody in their shape, in the materials of which they are made, in the patterns and figures engraved upon them, symbolic links with the other world. Thus his drum, made from the wood of the World Tree, his cap of eagle and owl feathers, his cloak adorned with stuffed snakes and an immense weight of metal plaques and tubes, all resolve into means whereby his passage from one world to another is facilitated.

The shaman’s work also requires a cosmos of a specific shape. For most Siberian peoples, the cosmos appears in three superimposed layers or tiers. In the middle lies the human world. Above it lie seven layers of heavens, a number to which a Babylonian origin is usually assigned. Below it lies a dark underworld, sometimes also disposed in seven levels, in the nethermost of which stands the palace of Erlik Khan, the Lord of the Underworld, and where sometimes nine underground rivers have their mouths. Joining these various cosmic levels at the very center of the universe is a marvelous giant Tree. With its roots in the lowest underworld and its crown of branches in the highest heaven, this Tree in all its splendor is at once the axis of the cosmos and the source of ever-renewing life. Thus the shaman, as he travels either upwards to heaven or downwards to the underworld, to planes sealed off from ordinary ungifted persons, follows the ‘hole’ made through the universe by this Tree. His journey is therefore made at the very center and core of the cosmos.

The trance in which the soul leaves the body is not the only condition of altered consciousness which the shaman can assume at will. He must also be capable of offering his body as a vessel for possession by spirits. Eliade, it is true, considers the faculty of possession to be secondary and derivative from the ‘out of the body’ consciousness. Other authorities, however, such as Dominic Schréder, accord it importance equal and complementary to the ‘out of the body’ trance.

Lastly, we may mention the power which Eliade considers particularly characteristic of the shaman, and closely connected with his ecstatic condition; mastery of fire. The shaman is impervious to heat and cold, to burning coals and arctic ice alike. This power he achieves by rousing within himself the interior heat known to mystics in various parts of the world, and which signifies that the heated person has passed beyond the ordinary human condition. He now participates in the sacred world.

Such is the special complex of powers by which the shaman is usually defined. He is thus a gifted person of a distinctive kind. He is at once a cosmic traveler, a healer, a master of spirits, a psychopomp, an oracular mouthpiece. These various powers, however, are combined and organized around the central faculty of trance; of so altering his consciousness at will that he can communicate directly with the inhabitants of the supernatural world.

— Carmen Blacker, from The Catalpa Bow

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What are the fundamental fixings present in Nerve Regen Formula?

Vitamine B12: Vitamin B12, otherwise called cyanocobalamin and methylcobalamin, is a piece of the vitamin B complex. Albeit the two kinds are valuable

against neuropathy, methylcobalamin is a part of the Nerve Regen Formula. Its ability to fix harmed neurons and myelin sheaths legitimize its incorporation. Vitamine B1: Like vitamin B12, vitamin B1 comes in two broadly used structures: thiamine and benfotiamine. Benfotiamine is multiple times more handily

consumed than thiamine structure and decreases aggravations that influence the nerves. This structure, not the thiamine structure, is remembered for the

recipe along these lines. R-Alpha-Lipoic Corrosive: For a long time, this compound has been effectively used to treat nerve-related issues. Balanced out R-Alpha Lipoic Corrosive, as

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disposing of unsafe metabolites Vitamin B2: Riboflavin, a sort of vitamin B2, is significant for upgrading neuron wellbeing. Complex proteins can be separated into amino acids, carbs, and

lipids that can stop the movement of nerve injury. This is the reasoning behind the consideration of this supplement in the Nerve Regen Formula. Vitamin B6: Vitamin B6 is otherwise called pyridoxine, and it assumes a part in a few biochemical cycles in the body. Pyridoxine lack is one of the most

widely recognized reasons for fringe neuropathy. Vitamin B6 is acquainted with the prescription to settle this issue and receive its rewards. Nutrient D3: The regular wellspring of cholecalciferol, the type of vitamin D, is daylight. This part is very helpful in raising your body's safe level.

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United States Racing Drones Market is driven by e-sports growth

Racing drones are compact, high-performance unmanned aerial vehicles equipped with lightweight carbon-fiber frames, powerful brushless motors, and low-latency first-person-view (FPV) systems designed for high-speed competitions. These specialized drones deliver exceptional agility, rapid acceleration, and precise maneuverability, making them ideal for professional racers and hobbyists alike. As the e-sports sector embraces drone racing as a mainstream competitive sport, demand for customizable frames, modular components, and advanced telemetry systems has surged.

Racing drones also offer educational benefits, allowing users to learn about aerodynamics, electronics and programming through hands-on assembly and tuning. The integration of HD cameras and real-time video links enhances spectator engagement and broadcasting potential, unlocking new market opportunities. Moreover, ongoing innovations in battery technology and flight control algorithms continue to drive United States Racing Drones Market­­­ growth by extending flight time and improving stability. With evolving market trends favoring immersive experiences and live drone racing events, manufacturers and service providers are investing in R&D to capture expanding market share and revenue streams.

The United States Racing Drones Market is estimated to be valued at USD 417.6 Mn in 2025 and is expected to reach USD 1354.1 Mn by 2032, growing at a CAGR of 18.3% from 2025 to 2032. Key Takeaways

Key players operating in the United States Racing Drones Market are:

-Armattan Productions

-Rotor Riot

-GEPRC

-Holybro

-TBS (Team BlackSheep)

These market companies hold sizable industry share by offering a diverse portfolio of ready-to-fly and build-your-own racing drone kits, high-performance motors, and FPV cameras. Through strategic product launches and targeted collaborations with racing leagues, they leverage market insights to refine product offerings and bolster business growth. Continuous investments in quality control and aftermarket support further cement their leadership positions in this competitive landscape. The growing demand for user-friendly assembly kits, customizable flight controllers, and plug-and-play video transmitters underscores the expanding market scope within the racing drones segment. Enthusiasts and professional pilots are driving market growth strategies by seeking advanced telemetry, improved safety features, and modular upgrades. Market research indicates that rising interest in DIY drone communities and online tutorials is fueling adoption, while competitive events and local racing leagues generate market opportunities for component suppliers and service providers. This heightened demand is expected to propel industry trends toward greater standardization and interoperability across products.

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Enhancing Industrial Safety and Control Systems with Fire Annunciators and Signal Converters

In the fast-paced world of industrial automation, reliability and safety are non-negotiable. As facilities strive to optimize their operations, devices like alarm annunciators and signal isolators play a pivotal role in ensuring process control, monitoring, and protection. These components serve as silent guardians, safeguarding both equipment and personnel from unexpected events and structural failures.

What is a Fire Annunciator?

An Alarm Annunciator is an essential device used in industrial control systems to monitor various process parameters and alert operators in case of abnormal conditions. It provides a visual and audible indication when any of the monitored signals go beyond the pre-set limits. Whether in a power plant, chemical factory, or manufacturing line, annunciators help reduce downtime by ensuring that faults are quickly recognized and resolved.

Key benefits of using fear annunciators:

Real-time alerts to prevent accidents or equipment harm

Customizable logic to match complex plant functioning

Multi-tip monitoring, improving overall situational awareness

Compliance with welfare and regulatory standards

Modern annunciators are equipped with LED displays, integrated communication agreements, and even remote notification capabilities, making them indispensable in smart facilities.

Comprehension Signal Isolators

A Signal Isolator is a device that electrically isolates the input signal from the output, preventing ground loops and minimizing noise in signal transmission. Signal isolators are vital for ensuring accurate quantification and data logging, especially in sensitive environments where multiple control systems are interconnected.

Why signal isolators material:

Prevents ground loop matters, which can lead to inaccurate readings

Protects control structures from voltage spikes and surges

Improves signal quality over long transmission intervals

Enables safe interfacing between incompatible structures

Signal isolators are widely used in automation systems, PLC/DCS integration, and data acquisition units. They are designed to work with a diversity of input types, including thermocouple and RTD signals.

When used together, alarm annunciators and signal isolators offer a robust solution for monitoring and control. While annunciators ensure prompt operator response to faults, isolators maintain signal fidelity and protect equipment from electrical disturbances. Their integration enhances operational transparency and system reliability across diverse industries like oil & gas, energy, pharmaceuticals, and aqua treatment.

Last Thoughts

As industries move toward greater automation and digitalization, foundational elements like alarm annunciators and signal isolators remain vital for operational safety and efficiency. Investing in quality devices ensures uninterrupted monitoring, accurate control, and long-term system integrity. Whether upgrading legacy structures or building new infrastructure, these tools form the backbone of any effective industrial control solution.

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Geophysical Survey Methods for Mining and Mineral Exploration

Mining and mineral exploration have come a long way from simple prospecting with picks and shovels. Today, geophysical survey methods play a crucial role in uncovering hidden mineral resources efficiently and accurately. By using advanced technology to "see" beneath the Earth’s surface, geophysicists can locate promising mineral deposits without invasive digging, saving time, money, and environmental impact.

In this blog, we’ll explore what geophysical surveys are, the main methods used, and how they contribute to modern mining and exploration efforts.

What is a Geophysical Survey?

A geophysical survey is a non-invasive scientific method used to collect data about the physical properties of the Earth's subsurface. These surveys detect variations in properties such as magnetism, electrical conductivity, gravity, and seismic responses.

By analyzing these variations, experts can identify anomalies that may indicate the presence of valuable minerals like gold, copper, iron, lithium, or rare earth elements.

Geophysical surveys are a critical first step in exploration projects, helping to narrow down large areas into specific zones worth drilling or further investigation.

Major Geophysical Survey Methods Used in Mining

There are several geophysical techniques available, each best suited to different geological settings and mineral targets. Here’s a look at the most commonly used methods:

1. Magnetic Surveys

Magnetic surveys measure variations in the Earth's magnetic field caused by the presence of magnetic minerals like magnetite or pyrrhotite. These surveys are particularly useful for locating:

Iron ore deposits

Nickel sulfides

Gold-bearing structures associated with magnetized rocks

How it works: Instruments called magnetometers detect slight changes in the magnetic field. Surveyors often conduct these surveys from the ground or by air (airborne magnetics) to cover large areas quickly.

Advantages:

Fast and cost-effective

Effective even under thick soil or vegetation cover

Helps map geological structures like faults and folds

2. Gravity Surveys

Gravity surveys measure subtle changes in the Earth’s gravitational field caused by differences in rock density. Denser rocks, like those containing ore minerals, create small but measurable increases in gravity.

Common uses:

Locating massive sulfide deposits

Identifying salt domes, which can trap oil or gas

Mapping geological structures like basins and faults

How it works: Sensitive instruments called gravimeters are used, either on land or airborne, to detect variations in gravitational pull.

Advantages:

Useful for detecting large, dense ore bodies

Provides information about regional geology

3. Electromagnetic (EM) Surveys

Electromagnetic surveys measure the conductivity of underground materials by inducing electric currents into the ground and measuring the resulting magnetic fields.

Best for finding:

Conductive ore bodies like copper, nickel, and zinc sulfides

Groundwater and salinity mapping

How it works: A transmitter generates a primary electromagnetic field, which interacts with subsurface materials. Conductive bodies create a secondary field, which is detected and analyzed.

Advantages:

Highly sensitive to conductive minerals

Can detect buried ore bodies

Effective in rugged terrains and overburdened areas

4. Seismic Surveys

Seismic surveys use controlled energy sources (like small explosions or mechanical vibrators) to send shockwaves into the ground. By analyzing the waves that bounce back or travel through the Earth, geophysicists can create detailed images of subsurface structures.

Common applications:

Mineral exploration (especially for large-scale deposits)

Oil and gas exploration

Engineering and environmental studies

How it works: Sensors called geophones record the reflected seismic waves. Different materials reflect or transmit waves differently, allowing for imaging of underground layers.

Advantages:

Produces highly detailed 2D and 3D images

Useful for deep exploration

5. Radiometric (Gamma-Ray) Surveys

Radiometric surveys measure natural gamma radiation emitted by rocks and soils. Different rocks have unique radioactive signatures based on their potassium, uranium, and thorium content.

Best used for:

Mapping geological contacts

Locating uranium deposits

Assisting in environmental studies

How it works: Detectors mounted on aircraft or ground vehicles measure gamma rays emitted from the Earth’s surface.

Advantages:

Rapid coverage of large areas

Helps identify rock types and alteration zones

Why Geophysical Surveys Are Essential in Mining

Cost Efficiency: They help reduce exploration costs by identifying promising targets before drilling, which is expensive.

Non-Invasive: Geophysical surveys cause minimal disruption to the environment compared to extensive exploratory drilling.

Improved Accuracy: They improve targeting, reducing the number of dry holes and unsuccessful drilling attempts.

Early Risk Assessment: They provide vital information for assessing geological risks and planning projects effectively.

Choosing the Right Geophysical Method

The choice of method depends on factors such as:

The type of mineral being sought

Geological conditions of the area

Project budget

Depth and size of the expected deposit

In many cases, multiple methods are combined in an integrated survey program to increase the chances of success. For example, magnetic and electromagnetic surveys are often paired to map both geological structures and conductive ore bodies.

Conclusion

Geophysical survey methods are revolutionizing the way we explore for minerals. By providing a non-invasive, efficient, and cost-effective way to detect hidden resources, they are an indispensable part of modern mining operations.

Whether it's mapping subtle magnetic anomalies, detecting dense ore bodies with gravity surveys, or imaging complex underground structures with seismic methods, geophysics enables smarter, more sustainable mineral exploration.

As technology continues to advance, these methods are becoming even more precise, paving the way for the next generation of mining discoveries.

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Oscillator Coil Market Trends: What to Expect by 2035

Oscillator Coil Market: A Complete Overview of Growth, Trends, and Industry Insights

The Global Oscillator Coil Market is anticipated to grow significantly, with its value expected to rise from US$ 1.86 billion in 2025 to approximately US$ 5.15 billion by 2035. This growth represents a compound annual growth rate (CAGR) of 8.3% over the forecast period from 2025 to 2035. The upward trajectory is largely fueled by the rising demand for electronic devices across a wide range of industries.

The Oscillator Coil Market is becoming a vital segment within the broader electronics industry, driven by the rising demand for high-frequency components across modern technologies. From smartphones and laptops to vehicles and industrial automation, oscillator coils are essential for ensuring stable frequencies and precise electronic control. In this article, we provide a complete look at the Oscillator Coil Market, including its scope, size, growth potential, and key industry insights.

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Oscillator Coil Market Overview

The Oscillator Coil Market Overview reveals a dynamic landscape shaped by rapid technological advancements. Oscillator coils are used to produce repetitive electronic signals, often forming the heart of oscillators in circuits. Their importance lies in their ability to maintain frequency stability, which is critical in devices like radios, transmitters, GPS systems, and medical instruments.

As industries continue to push toward digitalization and miniaturization, the relevance of oscillator coils continues to expand. These components are not only fundamental to existing electronic systems but are also crucial in emerging technologies such as 5G, IoT (Internet of Things), and autonomous vehicles.

Oscillator Coil Market Scope

The Oscillator Coil Market Scope extends across various end-user industries including telecommunications, automotive, aerospace, healthcare, consumer electronics, and industrial automation. This broad applicability gives the market a significant edge, making it resilient to fluctuations in any single industry.

Moreover, manufacturers are focusing on developing application-specific oscillator coils, which widens the Oscillator Coil Market Scope further. Customization, miniaturization, and enhanced frequency control are the primary areas of innovation, making oscillator coils more versatile than ever.

Oscillator Coil Market Size and Growth Prospects

This positive trajectory is indicative of strong Oscillator Coil Market Growth, particularly in Asia-Pacific, North America, and parts of Europe. Countries like China, Japan, South Korea, and the United States are investing heavily in research and development, boosting the production and application of oscillator coils in cutting-edge technologies.

Key Oscillator Coil Market Trends

Understanding Oscillator Coil Market Trends can help businesses and investors stay ahead of the curve. Some of the most notable trends include:

Miniaturization: As devices become smaller and more powerful, there's a high demand for compact oscillator coils that maintain performance without taking up space.

Integration with IoT and 5G: The surge in smart devices and high-speed networks is driving the need for precise frequency control, pushing demand for advanced oscillator coil designs.

Eco-Friendly Manufacturing: There is increasing emphasis on sustainable practices in component production, pushing manufacturers to adopt greener processes.

Customization: OEMs are increasingly looking for coils tailored to specific applications, spurring innovation in coil materials and design.

These Oscillator Coil Market Trends indicate a future that values precision, sustainability, and adaptability.

Oscillator Coil Market Insights and Analysis

Recent Oscillator Coil Market Insights suggest a shift towards higher performance requirements in compact formats. The demand for surface-mounted devices (SMDs) and multilayer coils is increasing due to their enhanced efficiency and suitability for modern electronic assemblies.

When diving deeper into Oscillator Coil Market Industry Analysis, it becomes evident that leading companies are investing in automation and smart manufacturing. These strategies not only improve production output but also reduce costs and waste. Additionally, global supply chains are becoming more localized to mitigate risks from geopolitical instability and raw material shortages.

Competition in the market remains strong, with key players focusing on expanding their product portfolios and entering strategic partnerships. Smaller firms are finding success by targeting niche markets and offering customized solutions.

Oscillator Coil Market Share Distribution

In terms of Oscillator Coil Market Share, Asia-Pacific dominates due to its advanced manufacturing infrastructure and strong demand for consumer electronics. China alone contributes a significant portion of global output. North America follows closely, especially in sectors like aerospace and defense where precision electronics are paramount.

Europe, with its emphasis on automotive and industrial automation, is also a key player. The Oscillator Coil Market Share is likely to become more balanced as other regions continue to invest in electronics manufacturing and infrastructure development.

Future Outlook: Where is the Oscillator Coil Market Heading?

The future of the Oscillator Coil Market looks bright. With the continuous rollout of 5G networks, the increasing adoption of electric vehicles, and the expansion of industrial IoT systems, oscillator coils will remain in high demand.

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Conclusion

The Oscillator Coil Market is a thriving industry segment with deep ties to some of the most advanced technologies of our time. From its wide-ranging market scope to its consistent growth, trends, and increasing market share, oscillator coils are set to play a central role in the next wave of technological innovation.

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Regain Your Independence: Loud And Flashing Doorbell Strobe System For Deaf And Hard Of Hearing

People who are deaf or hard of hearing have problems knowing when somebody is at the front door. Loud and Flashing Doorbell Strobe System for deaf and hard of hearing are stand out devices, because they can never miss a knock or a ring.

What You Should Check For When Buying A Loud And Flashing Doorbell Strobe system For The Hard Of Hearing And Deaf.

What To Look For In A Loud And Flashing Doorbell Strobe System For Deaf And Hard Of Hearing

Are you looking for a Loud and Flashing Doorbell Strobe System for deaf and hard of hearing? Some key characteristics should be considered to make the selection.

Brightness of the Strobe

Loudness and Adjustability of the Ringer

Range of Operation (for wireless systems)

Ease of Installation

Power Source

Expandability

Visual Indicators

Durability and Reliability

Taking these noted features into account will make it possible to select a reliable and effective device for the development of awareness and the development of independence.

Benefits Of Installing A Loud And Flashing Doorbell Strobe system For Deaf And Hard Of Hearing

Enhanced Safety and Security

The capability to service the doorbell ring automatically increases safety.

Increased Independence

They minimize the need of other people to indicate the presence of an individual. It establishes a feeling of independence and control over the surrounding living environment.

Peace of Mind

It assures you and your guests are safe.

They enable you to be connected to someone at your door and respond to it.

Considerations Before And During Setup

Placement of Notification Receivers

Make sure the strobe or loud horn units are placed in locations where they will be easily seen or heard.

Testing the System

Once installed, test the system extensively from all entry doors to check the receipt of the signal and the ability of the alerts to work.

Battery Maintenance (if applicable)

If any components are battery-operated, a schedule for checking and replacing batteries should be established.

Interference

If other (wireless) devicescause interference, reposition the receiver or transmitter.

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